The New Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

She interrupted as she wiggled her hips again, tossing her hair over her shoulder in what she clearly thought was a seductive move. The problem here is that, because she is a ghost, half her body kept flickering in and out of visibility. One second she is grinding on me, the next second, she vanished completely, and then bam, she is back, a little off-center, her knee phasing through my fucking thigh and it's really scary.

But the gang made it clear that I wasn’t a burden, instead… I was someone they could rely on, too. “Ghost,” Tyler’s voice crackled over the comm in my helmet. “They’re here. Three bikes. Colors we don’t know.” Ghost. Yeah, after I left the Iron Howlers Pack, I’ve decided that Raven died. And the one who remained was none other than this version of myself, a ghost. Headlights split the dust up ahead. Another rival gang who wouldn’t stop trying until they were taught a lesson. I rolled my shoulders, my grip tightening on the throttle.

"Deal. But understand this, Ghost Rider—if you double-cross me, if this is some elaborate trap, I will make sure you suffer before you die. Both of you." "Noted." We shook on it, and just like that, an unholy alliance was formed.

she asked, positioning herself behind the solid wood of the porch railing where she'd have cover and a clear view of the approaching riders. "We're about to find out," Jax replied, though his stance relaxed slightly as the lead bike came into view. "It's Ghost. But he's not alone, and he didn't call ahead." The motorcycles roared into their peaceful clearing like a invasion force, engines cutting out in unison as six men dismounted. Ghost led the group, his pale face grim, while behind him came faces Raven recognized from their war days—Diesel, Viper, Hawk, and two newer prospects she didn't know.