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Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 19. Juggernaut

At exactly 6 AM, John and Jane stood on the beach. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting orange light over the soft sand and gentle waves.

One minute later, a black SUV with tinted windows sped along the shore.

"That’s our guy," John smirked. "Even drives a gangster car."

"I don’t get how you can be so calm," Jane frowned. "A supervillain is coming straight at us!”

"You know, compared to meeting Thor, this feels a lot calmer," Rider glanced at the water. "B...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 18. Cake

The Jane Foster Helicopter, ignoring all border laws, landed in an open field near the capital of Peru.

Doctor Strange had shared classified intel—this was where Juggernaut, the avatar of Cyttorak, the force of destruction, was hiding.

Now Jane was pushing John in a wheelchair through the muddy streets, where chickens and kids ran around. There was no asphalt, and small rocks kept bouncing off the wheels. Getting back to civilization was going to be a long and miserable trip. 2025-03-31 13:46:48 +0000 UTC View Post

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 17. Devilish audacity against divine fury

Thor was welcomed at the casino like a VIP—an administrator personally came out, bypassing the chip exchange line for him.

[No surprise everyone practically bows to his balls.]

John watched as the Prince of Asgard tossed the administrator an emerald.

[That’s worth at least five grand.]

Thor sat down at the roulette table like a king. He didn’t bother looking for a corkscrew—he simply smashed the bottle’s neck against the table, spilling some wine. The adminis...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 16. Thor

Jane, like a little criminal, left a surprise at the door, knocked, and quickly ran away. But in her case, it was a pleasant surprise—the door belonged to a homeless shelter, and she had left behind boxes containing a bed, a generator, a fridge, and a microwave. On top of them, a note read: "Anonymous donation."

John and Jane watched from another street as the shelter’s delighted owner examined the gifts.

"I understand why you don’t want to leave your old stuff to S.H.I.E.L....

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 15. Magical communism

"What the hell happened yesterday?"

"And good morning to you too, Jane."

John glanced up from his phone and looked at the girl getting up from the bed. She didn’t look heroic at all—messy hair, wrinkled skirt, dark circles under her eyes. She looked... homey. Even kind of cute.

Jane waved her hand. Boom! A light storm enveloped her figure, her hair spiraled upward, and the traces of fatigue vanished.

A second later, she stood before him again—a goddess, with perf...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 14. Broken Soul Blues

They downed their glasses of Tenth Realm liquor at the same time.

[Oh my God! This is genius! Fruits and berries blended into a symphony of flavor. Ambrosia melting smoothly down the throat. The perfect balance of taste and alcohol. Divine.]

"Divine," she smiled. "I can feel a light buzz. Our bodies destroy any alcohol like poison. This liquor affects the soul."

"That’s why all sorcerers and witches drink it," John sat down in the offered chair. "Your name... it’s so hum...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 13. Jane

John lay in an inflatable boat in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, with Dario Agger asleep beside him. After such stress on his body, it would be a miracle if he ever came out of his coma… only to immediately find out he had become a feeble old man, all his accounts were frozen, and prison awaited him. Killing him would be more merciful, but the goddess of justice thinks otherwise.

He turned his skull, empty sockets scanning dozens of identical inflatable boats and escape pods. The ev...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 12. Mammon

"Bravo!" Dario clapped theatrically. "It’s always nice when there’s someone else educated in the room besides me."

"Shut up!" the goddess hissed. She didn’t understand what was happening, and that infuriated her. "I don’t know who this Mammon is, but he won’t stop me from finishing what I started!"

Her hammer crackled with lightning. Dario yawned, completely unimpressed. The bastard knew he had nothing to fear.

"You’ve never fought the Devil," John recalled his o...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 11. Minotaur

"When I suggested saving the world, I was expecting something... more heroic than this."

Ghost Rider gloomily watched the rapidly changing landscapes below. Links of his chain were looped through his belt in place of a proper strap, and the long end of it was held by Thunderheart. In her other hand, she spun her hammer. That was how they traveled—like a helicopter carrying cargo.

[This is so humiliating... I need a jetpack, fast.]

"Quit sulking!" the goddess proclaimed. 2025-03-22 15:30:36 +0000 UTC View Post

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 10. Thunderheart

Mystical fact: The empty eye sockets of the Ghost Rider see far better than human eyes.

Regular vision is limited by physiology. Spiritual vision is not limited by anything.

Right now, John was standing on a rooftop in San Francisco, watching the main entrance of a city hospital a mile away. Trees, walls, and other obstructions didn’t matter. The only requirement was maintaining focus for long-range sight, which wasn’t difficult at all.

Near the entrance, doctors were bu...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 9. Dark elf

The sun was overhead, the wind stirred the grass, and in the distance, the famous San Francisco tram chimed.

[I need Thor.] John weaved his motorcycle through the tangled streets.

[Thor in San Francisco? No idea, but one thing’s for sure—I need to make a good first impression.]

The God of Thunder was the last sane idea and at least some hope. The functionality of his enchanted hammer was very similar to Zarathos’ Cross, yet Thor wasn’t dying.

[Maybe I’m cling...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 6, 7, 8. Doctor Strange

What’s the first thing to do when you arrive in a big city? Burn the stolen car.

John tossed a match into the gas tank and headed for the bus stop.

[I hate public transport, but I'd rather put up with it than risk a patrol officer stopping the car for a document check.]

The Guinness World Record holder and Hollywood stuntman, once featured in magazines, stepped off near Manhattan… and nothing happened. No one pointed at him, no one approached for an autograph. People jus...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 3, 4, 5. Sheriff

The intercity bus stopped in El Paso, Texas.

John stepped off the bus and winced at the bright sunlight. His stomach twisted unpleasantly from hunger. The last time he ate was fifteen hours ago—a Snickers bar he bought before boarding.

"A little fasting is even good for your health," John muttered, recalling his empty wallet.

Still, he wasn’t planning to starve for long. Superpowered individuals, unless their abilities were too specialized, never had trouble making money...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 2. World news

John was a small boy in a vast forest. The trees around him were white, but not from snow—they were made of bones. Exposed skulls gleamed in the moonlight, as if hundreds of empty eye sockets were watching him.

The boy walked barefoot along a gray path, shivering from cold and fear. Where was he? How did he get here? All he knew was that he couldn't stop.

Ahead, a gigantic white tree loomed. Its branches stretched out like bony fingers, and instead of fruit, skulls hung from the...

Superior Ghost Rider. Chapter 1. Prologue

Foreword:

Before I started writing this story, I read all the Ghost Rider comics. The character is vivid, cool, and dynamic, but incredibly inconsistent. Even his source of power keeps changing—at first, it was a demonic curse, then an Aztec deity, then a heavenly blessing, and then it changed over and over again…

His power level also fluctuates wildly from writer to writer. One day, Ghost Rider is the strongest being in the universe, and the next, he’s getting beaten by a m...