Cullen's Mansion...
At the Cullen mansion, tension rippled through the walls like static.
Rosalie, having just ended the call with Freya, turned sharply to the others gathered in the living room—
Alice, Edythe, Edward, Jasper, Emmett, Esme, and Carlisle.
"Jojo's gone after the Volturi group."
She said bluntly since they had already heard her conversation just now.
"Despite the warning. They crossed the line by targeting humans."
Silence fell.
"____"
"____"
"____"
Edward clenched his fists, his jaw locking tight.
His golden eyes shimmered faintly, flickering with restrained fury and anxiety.
He didn't like where the situation was going towards.
Edythe, standing beside him, caught the shift instantly.
She stepped forward and placed a firm hand on his arm.
"Edward—don't,"
She said calmly, eyes boring into his.
"You're too worked up. Don't let your emotions take over now."
He exhaled sharply but nodded, though the tension in his posture didn't lessen.
"____"
Nod~
Turning toward Jasper, Edythe said firmly,
"Stay with him. If he bolts, stop him. Use your gift if you must."
Jasper nodded once, placing a steadying hand on Edward's shoulder.
Nod~
"I've got him."
Across the room, Carlisle stood with a tired sigh, pressing two fingers against his temple.
Sigh~
This situation was spiralling faster than he had hoped.
"We don't have time,"
Carlisle said grimly.
"The Volturi already endangered two innocent humans. If Jojo reaches them first... he won't hesitate. And things could escalate to the worst. We must get there before he does—stop the Volturi and pull Jojo back before things escalate."
Esme gently touched Carlisle's arm, concern written on her face.
"We'll need to work together. Fast."
Alice, already scanning for new threads of the future, added quietly,
"We have a narrow window. Jojo's fast..."
With the plan forming, the Cullens immediately took action.
As the Cullen family vanished into the night with supernatural speed, only Edward and Jasper remained in the mansion.
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The silence that followed was thick—
unsettling.
Edward stood near the window, his golden eyes locked onto the forest beyond.
His fists clenched tightly at his sides, every fibre of his being screaming to follow.
He couldn't shake off the feeling that Volturi would cause a huge deal if they found out about Bella and his unborn child.
"I should be out there."
He muttered, more to himself than Jasper.
"If they came to know about Bella..."
Jasper, sitting calmly on the armrest of the couch, didn't move.
His aura, however, spread out like a calming mist, gently wrapping around Edward, tempering the volatile emotions boiling beneath the surface.
"That's exactly why they left you here."
Jasper said evenly.
"You're not thinking straight. And we both know your emotions are strong enough to affect whatever Carlisle wants."
Edward growled low in his throat, pacing.
Growl~
"Jojo won't hold back, Jazz. You know what he's capable of. If he kills them, the Volturi won't let it go."
Jasper stood now, his expression stern yet calm.
"Carlisle knows that, too. But Jojo's not reckless, Edward. He's calculated. If they did cross the line, he'll respond—but not without purpose."
Edward turned to look at him, his jaw tightening.
"And if that purpose is incineration?"
Jasper gave a small shrug.
"Then maybe that's on the Volturi."
The room fell silent again, save for the distant sound of the wind rustling through trees.
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"____"
Jasper added with quiet emphasis,
"We protect our own, Edward. And right now, that means trusting the family—and Jojo—to handle this."
Edward looked away, conflicted, the muscles in his jaw twitching.
But he didn't move toward the door.
At least not yet.
Woods...
Deep in the woods, shrouded by towering pines and thick fog, the five Volturi agents encircled the terrified couple.
The eerie silence of the forest was broken only by the crunch of leaves beneath their boots and the occasional mocking chuckle from their lips.
The young woman, trembling, clutched her boyfriend's arm tightly, hiding slightly behind him.
Her eyes darted around the dark figures, trying to find an escape—
any way out.
The young man, though clearly shaken, stood in front of her protectively, doing his best to remain composed.
"Look, we don't want any trouble,"
He said, voice quivering.
"If this is some joke or sick game—just let us go. I'll call the cops otherwise."
One of the Volturi men smirked, his red eyes gleaming beneath the hood.
Smirk~
"Oh, you'll call the cops?"
He mocked, lips curling with disdain.
"How... quaint."
The others chuckled cruelly.
But the woman from earlier—
The pale beauty who had flirted with him near the café—
Suddenly vanished in a blur and reappeared in front of the boy before he could even touch his phone.
With an emotionless gaze, she grabbed his wrist—
and with a sickening crack—
snapped it.
Crack~
Ahhhhhh~
The boy's scream echoed through the woods like a wailing siren.
"No!"
The girl cried, dropping to her knees beside him as he clutched his dangling arm in agony.
The woman leaned in close, whispering in a voice both seductive and sinister,
"No one's coming to save you."
But before any of the others could act further—
A thunderous, echoing roar of an engine tore through the forest like a beast unchained.
Trees shook. The ground vibrated.
From a distance, a trail of fire began to light up through the woods—
a flaming chain leaving glowing scorch marks on the earth.
One of the Volturi spun toward the noise.
"What the hell—?"
Suddenly, a figure wreathed in hellfire exploded into view—
Ghost Rider Jojo, his skeletal face burning, leather coat flapping behind him, eyes glowing with infernal fury.
His flaming motorcycle screeched to a halt just feet from the group.
Standing beside him in a puff of smoke, Biffer, his massive skeletal hellhound, growled menacingly, flames dancing from his mouth.
Growl~
Jojo slowly dismounted, cracking his neck with a metallic echo.
His voice came out like a growl from the underworld—
GRRRRR~
"DARE TO CAUSE TROUBLE HERE."
The five Volturi agents stood still, their red eyes narrowed beneath their hoods, watching the blazing figure that had burst into their midst like a vengeful spirit.
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"____"
"____"
None of them had ever encountered anything like this—
This thing was made of fire and a human skeleton, with a flaming hound that seemed pulled straight from the darkest corner of the underworld, like in the myth.
Even their arrogance faltered for a moment as they instinctively spread out, forming a half-circle, prepared for a possible clash.
One of the men tried to speak, voice calm but cautious,
"We didn't come to pick a fight, stranger—"
But Ghost Rider didn't even glance at him.
He walked past them without a word, his burning footsteps hissing against the damp forest floor.
The terrified couple backed away, the girl sobbing softly, while the boy's face twisted in pain and fear.
"____"
"____"
But when the skeletal rider kneeled down in front of them, the flames around his skull dimmed slightly, as if in reverence.
He extended his burning hand, cloaked in divine angel fire, not hellfire.
It danced like blue light across his bones.
"NO NEED TO FEAR, BRAVE MAN,"
His voice boomed like a celestial judgment.
"I'M NOT HERE TO HURT YOU."
The boy flinched but couldn't move far.
Ghost Rider reached forward and gently took his broken wrist.
The moment the angel fire touched the skin, the injury began to knit together.
The bones realigned, the swelling faded, and within moments, his hand was fully healed.
The Volturi agents watched with fascination.
None dared interrupt—
Curiosity momentarily overpowers hostility.
Once the healing was done, Ghost Rider stood tall and pointed toward his flaming motorcycle.
"WAIT NEAR THE BIKE. STAY CLOSE TO IT. HE WILL PROTECT YOU."
Biffer, the skeletal hellhound, barked low and stood beside the bike like a guardian forged in fire and bone.
With that done, Ghost Rider slowly turned his burning skull toward the Volturi, the flames rising once more.
The five Volturi agents stood, their greedy eyes glowing brighter under the shadows of their hoods.
The sight of the Ghost Rider healing a mortal wound in seconds filled them not with reverence, but with lust for power.
One of the women stepped forward slightly, her voice silky yet sharp.
"You wield an incredible gift… You should not waste it in these forests. Come with us. Lord Aro would be very pleased. He has a place for power such as yours."
At this, Ghost Rider turned his blazing skull slowly toward them.
The fires in his eye sockets flared, casting ghastly orange light on the trees around.
Then, he threw his head back and let out a low, menacing laugh, the sound echoing like chains rattling in the dark pits of the underworld.
GAGAGA~
"SERVE?"
"YOU WANT ME TO SERVE?"
"I DON'T SERVE SINER'S… I JUDGE THEM."
He stepped forward, flames growing taller around his boots.
Then he pointed a flaming finger at each of them one by one.
"AND YOU FIVE… ARE DRENCHED IN SIN."
His voice boomed like thunder.
RAAAAAAA~
"YOU MADE YOUR CHOICE. YOU TOUCHED INNOCENTS. YOU WILL BE PUNISHED."
The Volturi flinched slightly at the declaration.
One of the men sneered, stepping forward with arrogance.
Sneer~
"You're just one flaming freak. There are five of us. And out of us, three are gifted."
He gestured toward the woman who had broken the boy's hand.
"She has the strongest olfactory sense in our order. No one escapes her nose. Not even the Cullens' little charade fooled her."
Then he gestured to another man with calm, prideful malice.
"He can paralyse anyone for three seconds. That's enough time to rip off a head."
Then he pointed to himself with a grin that bared fang-like teeth.
"And me? I've got the strength of five Cold Ones. I can crush your skull like a pinecone."
He grinned wider, expecting fear.
Grin~
But Ghost Rider didn't flinch.
Instead, he tilted his skull sideways and let out a mocking, gravel-laced chuckle.
CHUCKLE~
"YOU JUST GAVE UP YOUR FRIENDS' ABILITIES WITHOUT HESITATION."
"A REAL TEAM PLAYER."
The flames around his body surged with heat and righteous fury.
"TELL ME… WHEN YOUR BONES ARE ASH, AND YOUR SOULS BURN IN PENANCE... WILL ARO STILL WANT YOU THEN?"
The forest fell deathly silent for a moment—
Just the crackling of fire and the low growl of Biffer standing beside the humans.
Then Ghost Rider raised his chain slowly, the metallic links catching fire as if feeding on his anger.
The five Volturi launched forward in a coordinated ambush, their movements swift and brutal—
Each blow landed with vicious intent.
One kick struck Ghost Rider's left chest.
Another smashed into his right.
A third attacker zipped behind him, locking his arms in a crushing hold.
A woman hoisted a boulder and slammed it into his flaming skull, sending cracks of embers scattering through the air.
Finally, the last Volturi girl lunged with a smirk, aiming a sharp kick right between his legs.
But—
CLANG!
Her foot stopped midair, caught firmly between the blazing shin and thigh of the Ghost Rider.
She looked down, startled—
Then looked up—
and gasped.
Ghost Rider was staring right at her.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he shook his flaming skull side to side—
and raised his burning index finger, wagging it in mock disappointment.
"NAH NAH."
Then the grip of his leg tightened, and flames erupted around her foot, crawling up her leg like fire on dry oil.
She screamed in agony, trying to wrench herself free—
But the grip was like iron wrapped in hellfire.
"YOU CAME TO HUNT. YOU WANTED BLOOD. BUT NOW YOU'LL LEARN... WHAT REAL PAIN FEELS LIKE."
Her shrieks echoed through the forest.
Ahhhh~
The other Volturi, stunned by her sudden scream, loosened for just a moment—
But it was too late.
"YOU CANNOT TOUCH WHAT WALKS IN JUDGMENT."
With a deafening roar, Ghost Rider's entire body exploded in a pillar of fire, blasting the Volturi gripping him backwards through the trees, flames trailing off their cloaks.
He now stood tall again, completely unfazed, the woman still trapped in his burning grip.
"YOUR SINS ARE MANY... AND MERCY ISN'T ONE OF THEM."
The Volturi tore off their flaming robes in panic, their faces twisted in disbelief and fear.
The fire wasn't just for show—
It burned them, scorched their skin, tore through their defences like paper.
And now, one of them lay crumpled on the ground, screaming as the imprint of Ghost Rider's flaming boot seared into her midsection, her body still twitching in pain.
Ahhhh~
Her shrieks echoed.
Another Volturi—
A woman, her eyes wild with rage—
Saw her fallen comrade and let out a roar.
With trembling fury, she grabbed a boulder and hurled it at Ghost Rider.
But before it could even leave her hands—
SNAP!
A blur of flame and fangs shot from the trees.
BIFFER.
The hellhound launched himself at her, jaws wide and dripping fire.
With a horrifying CRUNCH,
His canines pierced straight through her forearm, locking in like a vice of living flame.
CRUNCH~
She screamed—
A gut-wrenching, blood-curdling scream—
As the flames from Biffer's mouth spread across her arm.
"AAAAAHHHHH—!!"
She thrashed wildly, but Biffer snarled and shook his head violently, like a wolf tearing apart prey.
With a brutal rip—
RIIIIP!!
Her arm was torn clean off.
The stump caught fire instantly—
burning with the same unnatural hellfire, unlike the one which healed the boy moments ago—
But now it scorched her flesh like divine retribution.
The dismembered arm turned to ash before hitting the ground.
"HE'S GOT A FLAMING HOUND—WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"
One of the remaining Volturi stumbled backwards in fear, while the strongest among them clenched his fists, his body shaking—
not from rage, but from the realisation:
The creature is very dangerous.
This was something else.
Something born from wrath and justice.
"YOU'VE HUNTED THE INNOCENT FOR SPORT..."
"YOU MOCKED MERCY..."
"NOW—YOU'LL BEG FOR IT."
The Rider stepped forward, each step leaving a smouldering print on the forest floor.
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