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 fro...
2025-03-31 15:04:01 +0000 UTC View PostThe 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 ...
2025-03-31 13:46:48 +0000 UTC View PostThor 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 ta...
2025-03-27 02:07:10 +0000 UTC View PostJane, 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 fro...
2025-03-26 12:35:51 +0000 UTC View Post"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 envel...
2025-03-25 13:25:36 +0000 UTC View PostThey 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. T...
2025-03-24 14:05:39 +0000 UTC View PostJohn 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 t...
2025-03-23 16:29:58 +0000 UTC View Post"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 ...
2025-03-22 15:32:19 +0000 UTC View Post"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 t...
2025-03-22 15:30:36 +0000 UTC View PostMystical 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 didnâ...
2025-03-22 15:25:31 +0000 UTC View PostThe 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 ...
2025-03-22 15:23:39 +0000 UTC View PostWhat’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,...
2025-03-22 15:17:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe 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.
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...
2025-03-22 15:11:10 +0000 UTC View PostForeword:
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...
2025-03-22 15:07:57 +0000 UTC View Post