Who Can Beat Ghost Rider Novels & Stories

He comes to where I was lying and holds me by the neck. "Stop it you fool!" Tyler shouts from behind holding a huge machine gun aiming at the Gaylord, He shoots randomly hitting the Gaylord, He drops me to the ground once again heading to where Tyler was I could not let him lay his hands on him I tried to reach him but it is too late, he holds Tyler by the neck choking him to death but the unbelievable happens, Ghost appears out of nowhere and hits the Gaylord so hard that he goes flying and lands on one of his armored vehicles. "Happy to see me?" he says to him and lights his own hands on fire.

My fucking worst nightmare. Mind you, I wasn't suicidal. I did try to blow him and Ren to bits to get rid of the proof of my betrayal. Of both Marino and Chance. Two birds with one stone. Cut from the same cloth, the psychopaths saw right through me. The Dark Lord, Copycat and Goremaster all came at him in the span of less than three days. Brutal killers with crazy headcounts that clearly had the advantage over him in his wounded state. Still, Ghostblade was the only one left standing. It was difficult not to be in awe. I was convinced he was fucking immortal at this point. This man was my end. I was okay with that. Humbled to be his victim.

“When you do your thing what’s stopping the building from crushing you?” I looked at him past my shaking arms and huffed, “Guess it’s a good time to ask which of you is the fastest runner?” Caius looked at Ghost. “You can turn her incorporeal.” “I can’t do shit,” Ghost scoffed. He had removed his shirt awhile ago and was using it to mop the sweat off his body. “Don’t look at me like that, man. You know I’ve never turned anyone before. If I fail then we both die.”

It was simply ridiculous—they were talking about the Ghostwatchers here, Ghost's personal guards who were the strongest, barring Ghost himself. But one of them did not last a second against Frank!

Her mum would cry out blood and her dad would throw punches the size of a truck. The ghost who valued words more than gold had yet again decided to remain mute. Remind me, why am I the active partner in this?! Her eyes closely scanned him, evaluating this her ghost husband and wondered how his lean nature and incredible height did not mar his physique as he filled his white shirt and black suit pants with acute fitness.

There was a pin-drop silence. The subordinates who waved their arms and shouted about killing Cirocco were all looking with their eyes widened in shock. They could not believe what they just saw. Was Cirocco even human? That was too terrifying! He sent Grayson flying with just a single punch! Grayson was a top fighter of God of War caliber. He was the strongest in the Whistleblowers, yet the man across from him sent him flying so easily. Not only was Grayson's arm shattered, but the stone statue was shattered as well.

The cage door slammed shut behind me, the roar of the crowd swallowed everything. I flexed my fingers. Rolled my shoulders. The black combat suit was tight across my chest, a second skin built for movement, not comfort. The half-mask sat flush against my face. Smooth. Featureless below the eyes. Luna Ghost. That was who I was tonight. Not Lia. Not Aurelia Veythorne. Just a shadow with claws. Across the pit, Crusher was already waiting. Crusher of the Howling Pit, a name that carried across rings.

“Why didn’t you kill us at once? Why make your game stressful by working together with someone you don’t even know?” “Was there a need to tell you that?” He choked on a hiccup. “You’re too dumb to understand, so it wouldn’t hurt to help you. The person I’m working with is the most powerful person you can ever think of.” “I don’t know,” I switched to taunting him. “The only person more powerful than any werewolf right now would be a ghost. There was news of a powerful witch in the Juman pack, but she was already long dead. I’m sure you’re referring to a ghost.”

Now from what I have heard, and I have never been in contact with any one of them, they are far more powerful than any Vampire and are just as difficult to overpower too. Now, my first instinct was thinking that they are just a different form of a version of a hybrid, but after seeing the carnage they created with their last battle, it did somewhat shook the deepest of my bones. I did, in fact, promise my beloved, and of course, the Windchaser boys that I shall leave the fighting to the Hunters, but unfortunately there shall be no way that I am sitting this one out.

Adam asks amusingly. “Yes,” James says flatly, taking a long swig. “This guy’s a ghost. No traces, no patterns, nothing. It’s like hunting a nasty bug that doesn’t want to be found.” “Maybe that’s why he’s called GhostRay,” I suggest. James glares at me. “You’re not helping.” “Just saying.” He takes another drink, then finally glances at the screen. “What are you two idiots watching anyway?” “The Warrior Competition,” Adam replies.