4 Rider Novels & Stories

Music hums low from the speakers near the far end, drums layered under a steady beat, not loud enough to drown conversation but strong enough to keep the energy alive. It’s a celebration. It’s a mourning. Riders move through the crowd with bottles in their hands, leather jackets patched and polished, some laughing too loudly, others standing quieter near the memorial fire set off to the side where three helmets rest on a wooden table. Names carved into fresh wood. Flowers laid carefully. My chest tightens, but I don’t let it show. Ryder stands beside me, dressed in black as usual, sleeves rolled up, tattoos visible under the torchlight. His presence alone shifts the atmosphere. Conversations

“The stronger the wolf, the more mates they can sustain bonds with. Four mates means you’re much more powerful than anyone knows.” Despite the indignation that coursed through me—having a fourth mate felt like a curse, not a blessing—part of me was curious about what this mysterious fourth mate might be like. Was he another cocky asshole like Lucas? Another brooding jerk like Rowan? Or something else entirely? But mostly, I just hoped I never ran into him. Three mates were already more trouble than I knew what to do with. “Can we continue training?” I asked. “I want to get stronger so I can figure out how to deal with the Elders.”

“Could I tag along? There’s room for two riders on most ATVs, isn’t there?” New images unleashed in his brain. Ava’s slim thighs gripping the outside of his legs. Ava’s crotch nestled against his butt. Ava’s arms circling his waist as they descended a steep slope. Ava’s bountiful tits pressing into his back. Ava’s breath teasing his ear. Ava’s fragrant, windswept hair drifting across his face. Ava flat on her back in the mud as he hammered into her. No way could they ride double. No way. So he was shocked to hear, “Absolutely,” tumbling from his traitorous mouth.

“Then you’ll be no better from the wielders you’re trying to oppose! If you won’t take my heed, I’m going to make you sleep, right here, right now.” Briane groaned as Blame’s nails pierced through his shoulder. Pouting, mumbling about being a killjoy, he raised both his hands. “Fine!” “There are four Wielders in each carriage and four Zorpheans,” started Berry once Blame fixed her eyes on their unexpected company. “I suspect the Zorpheans, just like Adam, are non-fighters, but the others are more likely bad news” “So, we have to battle eight, more likely?”

The drivers were dressed in black. They motioned impatiently for the three friends to get on. While it was extremely difficult for Jack to keep ahold of Drew and still hold on to the back of the rider, he managed by throwing her small body over his shoulder, despite the unbelievable speed they began to travel. Cadence jumped onto the closest bike, barely glancing at the driver, and held on as tightly as she could, and she realized she was actually traveling more quickly than the other two bikes.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

“Hello, this is your Stormchase driver. My car is blue with the car plate number A2219. I am in an alley right beside RK Bar. You can come out now.” Monique Xander could only hear background noises and other people talking from the other side of the call. She ended the call when she was certain that her passenger could hear her. A drunk woman with her hair hanging loose got into her car after a short while. “Retch.” She raised her head and retched twice after she sat down. Monique took a few tissues and turned around to hand them over. She was going to advise her that a young lady should not drink so much.

Nothing happened for a while as I sat and watched the whole lot of them on their motorcycle. "Stay here," I told him. "What!" Frank asked in disbelief. I did not need him at the moment. "TTheThere are forty of them, boss!" "I can see just fine, Frank thank you for pointing out that we are outnumbered, like I said, I got this," I told him and opened the door. I got out of the vehicle and walked toward the Toll Riders. I stood without fear and glared at the biker girl. "Well?" I asked.

Together, they made up a group of riders! “Headless?” Zephyr frowned as he noticed the riders atop these skeletal horses. The armored riders seemed normal enough, save for their lack of a head. None of them had their heads. As he looked closer, there were about ten or so riders, each carrying a potent air with them, crushing Zephyr somewhat from their presence. “Based on their signature, it would seem each of them was an Agile of level four. They were different from the blizzard vampires before, on battle power at least… Each of them seems to be on par with the Ice King!”

I spoke into my headset, addressing my crew leader who was positioned with the spectators. "Copy, boss," Rico's voice crackled through the speaker. "What do you need?" "That new rider, bike number seven. Do we know who it is?" There was a pause before Rico responded. "Negative, boss. None of us recognize the bike or the rider. Completely unknown." "Well, find out," I snapped. "I don't like surprises." "Boss, maybe you should focus on the race," came another voice through the comm - Danny, one of my newer crew members. "Paxton's right there next to you, and that's who really matters."