4 Rider Novels & Stories

Ryder growls at his paramour. When he says nothing else, I look to find them kissing. That is an effective way to shut Sidhe up. I’ve seen Gator and Angel do the same thing to silence the lunatic. “Alright, children!” The older blonde biker's voice booms. “Wow, I cannot believe I’m related to these horny people,” the teen said with dark reddish brown comments from beside him. “Zip it, Rasmus.” An enormous Irish biker commands while putting away the drones.

I needed to keep my mouth shut around this woman. As I sat behind her, I noticed Alyssa was riding with her brother because John was riding with Maisie who was looking clueless at me. Micheal and Jacob shared the last four-wheeler. Mr. Smith whistled and the game had begun. The four vehicles rushed into the woods in slightly different directions.

Axel pulled on his helmet, his eyes finding mine one last time before the visor came down. I was so excited, shaking and jumping with my cheerleading outfit as the bikes roared to life. They took off, a blur of speed and power. I cheered loudly, my voice echoing in the empty stands. "Go Summer West! Show these losers how it's done!" My voice echoed and they went down to business. The B4 were already too weak to start the games but they tried anyway, racing without focus. They struggled around the first turn, and one of the Summer West Academy riders got kicked out by Knox, his bike rolling off the track. The remaining racers pushed harder, their bikes screaming as they fought for position an

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 15: Impressions . "Ah, this one should be simple enough for even Blake to ride." Ryder pointed to a low rising slide ahead of them. He was right, the ride had no huge drops or any turns, it was just a one way slide with a few dips here and there. Looking at it more closely, the ride was actually meant to be for racing against others. There were several people going down at once, trying to beat their friends. And to make this even better, the ride had eight slides, a perfect amount to accompany their group of seven.

“You didn’t walk into it, sweetheart.” River’s jaw flexed. “You lit the damn match.” That earned a small smile from me. Fair. “Do we have allies?” I asked. Cade nodded toward the room. “Depends who you’re looking at.” I followed his gaze. Bikers in worn leather. Wolves in denim. A few humans who looked like they’d made bad decisions and survived anyway. “A third of the pack rides with the Club,” Cade said. “Brothers. Family. Some for loyalty. Some for protection. Some for the money.”

“Well, according to the tablet, the Mothers are so far behind us, they’re not even on the screen anymore. Either that, or they just haven’t adjusted this far to the east yet. The drones are flying overhead about once every thirty minutes, which we’ve gotten down to a science now, so we know when to scatter out of their zone. The only way they’re going to catch us at this point is if they have turned their trackers off, or they’re on something that goes faster than land riders.” “What goes faster than a land rider?” Adam asked. He was the only one who hadn’t sat down, but he was bent over with his hands on his knees. He was speaking to Mist, but his blue eyes flickered to her for a short mome

It felt nice just staring at it. “Adrienne?” a thick voice cuts my weather admiration short as I turn my attention to find Derek on a black and white motorcycle, his black helmet on his right hand. “Hey. Nice ride.” I walk up to him, closing the distance between us. His dark eyes stare at me intently before releasing me from his strong gaze. “Want to tag along?” He hands me another helmet without even waiting for my answer while giving me a mischievous smile. I didn’t have any plan for the evening and the thought of riding with him at a full speed gets me all excited.

The word was out, and Sabrina, bless her clueless heart, was staring at her like she’d just sprouted fangs. “You’re far from home, little wolf,” Axel said again, voice low and edged with command. “This is my road. My land. You don’t get to ride it without answering to me.” Raven’s spine stiffened. “Last I checked, asphalt belongs to whoever’s wheels can burn it.” Behind him, the Riders revved their bikes in unison like a wall of sound that vibrated in her ribs, designed to unnerve. Sabrina whimpered against her shoulder, fingers clutching harder.

Calla put her foot on his head and roared loudly again. All the Riders looked at the head of their leader under her foot. A horrific look appeared on their faces. They all exchange looks then bowed their heads in front of Calla. Wind started blowing like a storm was about to come. With a strike of the lighting, all the Storm Riders disappeared.

Instead, I slid over to the passenger seat, allowing Rider to get in behind the wheel. Once Rider was in, Rory got in the back seat. I heard more doors opening and closing and knew my warriors were likely getting into the second SUV. Rider put the vehicle in drive and accelerated down the dirt road. He didn’t say another word to me. I watched him from the corner of my eye as his jaw clenched and unclenched multiple times. He was pissed, and his knuckles were white from how hard he clutched the steering wheel. We spent hours in awkward silence while Rider drove at a high speed down the dark dirt road. I looked out the window even though there was nothing to see. I just wanted to avoid Rider’s