The New Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

I don’t look back. A shot whistles past my ear, close enough that I feel the heat of it. Instinct kicks in. I pivot, spot the shooter, launch. The man screams. I slam him down, gun to his temple. Bang. Blood spatters my cheek. Another fires at Drake—I drop him before he pulls the trigger. His body collapses, and Drake gives me a nod as gore splashes across his chest. I pause. The gun I just used… it’s not ours. Sleek, heavy. Modified.

Taylor's POV It's finally Friday and today, one of the top school teams in Canada will go against Zach's team for the Football competition. I was lucky enough to be discharged straight after Dr. Drake had checked the scans and informed my parents and me that nothing was wrong, and I could go home. Turns out Nora, my second sister, had been dating Dr. Drake. I found out that they were once friends from our hometown, and he had later moved here to pursue his dream as his doctor.

"Another team. However, things are not going well actually. It's a long story. I'll explain you later." "Sure!" Tilting his head around, he then opened the window, and soon his face was exposed. A subtle surprised expression came upon Ava's face when she discovered Felix's face. She could see him sitting in the front of Alex. He's the guy who became the 7th member of the Ghost Busters recently. How can she forget that? Their team had all the informations. She knew Ghost Busters have hired a new member. And, it was easy to guess that this new face might be the new member they hired.

I was fingerbanging myself in the van while Gideon issued orders and Ghost was in here alone with a guy known for killing people like him. “You underestimate me. I work best when I have an after-orgasm glow.” I laugh; opening my hand, and let my gun fall. Ghost’s eyes go wide and Judge pushes him forward just a little. It allows Ghost to shuffle to the side at the same time I grab the gun with my other hand and start firing. Judge lets out a loud roar when two of my five shots hit their mark. Ghost hits the floor and suddenly I’m faced with two pissed-off shifters.

I am going to torture and kill this piece of shit. Once we arrive at the abandoned factory, Ghost gets off his bike to open the back of the van to be kicked on the head. I can’t help but laugh as Rover jumps out of the van and starts running naked. I watch with my arms crossed as Ghost curses, removing his helmet and running after Rover. If he weren’t going to die today, he would’ve just signed his mortuary needs. Kicking Ghost is something no one has ever stayed alive to tell the tale. “You could stop fucking laughing and help me carry this piece of shit inside,” he says as he walks past me with Rover over his shoulder with his ass exposed to the world to see.

He was a fifty two years old plump man who was transferred from Chicago four months ago. “Good morning everyone.” “Good morning sir.” They chorused. He took a seat and cleared his throat before speaking up. “The reason for this meeting is to create a new task force. There was a shooting early this morning which resulted in the death of two people .” He paused, then reached for the remote in front of him. He pointed it to the projector, and the dead screen on the wall came to life, which displayed the face of a young man African American. “This was Shina Johnson, also known as Lil M. He’s a known affiliate to the Blood gang. .”

No way, he's just my fiancé not my dad. He looked me in the eyes fuck they have the same eyes as the guy in my dream, those total eclipse eyes shit I was drowning. And I don't know why I suddenly obeyed when he told me to come in again. Fuck he's a hypnotizer damn his eyes! I looked at him, "What ?!" I roamed my eyes inside his car and I was right this is a racing car. He groaned before saying, "Are you a racer? Do you know Atlas? Are you the woman who is singing over our house? Are you Ate Calista's friend? And are you the famous model?" he asked me relentlessly, can I punch this guy?

“You’re late.” My head popped up as I recognized the gravelly voice. Ghost was leaning against the side of the building, looking like a badass GQ model. He wore slim black cotton pants and a greyish-brown button-down shirt that looked tailored and expensive. The shirt was untucked underneath his motorcycle jacket in an attempt to look casual. Most of the girls walking by walked into one another or stumbled on the edge of the sidewalk. The fact that his eyes were steeled on me raised my spirits.

It resembled heat haze over a frozen pond. Roric raised his lance, but Kael gestured for him to wait. "Don't waste the charge." Out of the gray mist emerged a wolf. But it wasn't an ordinary wolf; it was a Ghost-Packer. It stood nearly seven feet tall, made of a translucent, oily smoke that shifted and swirled. Instead of eyes, it had two hollow cavities filled with flickering violet static-the remnants of a soul deleted by Liora's "Link," yet refusing to leave the physical plane.

“A compliment? Oh it is a Merry Christmas.” I stared at her. Fought the twitch at the corner of my mouth and lost. Insufferable woman. “There they are!” Knight’s voice boomed as he sauntered into the garage, shirtless and carrying a wine bottle by the neck like a damn trophy. I took in his face, the flush in his cheeks and the glassiness in his eyes. Just alcohol, then. In that case he could handle himself. “Goldie locks, I’ve got something for you,” Ghost called, breezing in with a jacket slung over his left shoulder, a helmet tucked under his other arm. Both were black with blood red accents that matched the bike.