4 Rider Novels & Stories

"The presence of the Archangel Michael would have shut that yappering brat up for good if he was only here." "All of you, cease that." Keron said. "I get that we're all demoralized with the lack of progress but right now, halting their advance mattered presently." He let out a sigh as he waited for the first Dusk Raider to come into firing range. He studied its appearance; a bi-wheeled vehicle with a saddle on top. The frontal wheel was shielded by a spiked fender. The mugs, as well as the casings of the engine were affixed with pointed spikes. Its Riders were muscular and green skinned with long sharp blades sheathed on their backs. The Riders were armored primitively, but Keron had been in

“The Biker Brothers, the five guys that ride with the Road Warriors? Black hair? Blue eyes?” “Couple of them twins?” she asked, yes. Those guys.” “I don’t know them, but I know their president is Adam Hunt. They’re right up her alley, aren’t they?” she asked. “Not helping. Though, the oldest the brother is the vice president of that club. I didn’t know you knew their president.” “Yep. Adam his name, comes and talks to me whenever I’m bartending and he’s there. He doesn’t frequent as much as his club is starting to but the shit with your mom is gross. Where’s she now?”

Plural? Lyra was going crazy as she howled for them, but my head was screaming hell no. Three mates? That was just insane. And these guys were tall, tattooed, and worst of all are the Blackthorn Riders, the lycan biker gang that’s been terrorizing my pack for years. They’ve left my people bruised and scared, and I hated their guts. But that scent was pulling me in, and I hate how my body’s betraying me.

"More immediately relevant to Forty riders — they're not getting paid, and they're not getting the authority cover that makes what they've been doing legal. They have no mandate, and they are standing outside a Citadel." "Cael does," Lucien said. "He still has personal motivation regardless of the order." "Yes," Aurora said. "He does." A beat. "Is he still there?" she asked. "Yes," Cassian said from upstairs. "Standing at the gate. Alone now. Most of the riders have—" Another pause. "They're leaving. Two at a time. They're—" A sound that might have been Cassian exhaling. "They're leaving." Aurora held the door.

“Right.” Barrel racing was right after breakaway roping. Ray was the fifth rider out. There were fifteen riders in total. When all was said and done, Ray came in third. Ava wasn’t disappointed. Ray had done well in her opinion for a man who didn’t know he was going to compete.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

I hissed, kicking the kickstand up. I revved the engine, the vibration traveling through my spine, but the noise couldn't drown out the image of Jax’s hand sliding down to Lila’s waist. He caught my gaze over her shoulder and gave me a slow, mocking salute. He knew. He knew exactly how to get under my skin without throwing a single punch. "Line 'em up!" the flag girl shouted. I pulled my bike to the line. To my left was 'Viper,' a Skulls rider who rode like he had a death wish and no one to go home to. To my right, unexpectedly, was Jax on a sleek, blacked-out Ducati.

I would not beg. A motorcycle engine cut through the air, slow and deliberate. The sound pulled everyone's gaze toward the center of the yard. A sleek, black bike rolled forward, and my breath caught in my throat. The rider moved with a calm that spoke of power and control, as if the world bent around him. He dismounted with unhurried control. Kade Cross, they called him Ruin.

I wiped her fair from her face as she stiffed, giving me her attention now. "Look, Drew said you were going to ride with Ryder during the race so I won't be able to touch his car because that would affect you too. So I want you to listen carefully. Ryder's passenger seat to the ferrari he's using today is broken.The lock is damaged so even if he shuts the door and pins it down, it would still be able to open. This is what you're going to do. Ryder is going to move at a very high speed, he's a really good racer but he's a sucker for heights. There's a bridge we are going to pass on the second round, Ryder always slows down a bit at that point. High places make him scared. So at the point of t

We crossed the busy road holding hands and spotted some tricycles waiting for passengers. Keke Napep is popularly known as a four-person vehicle with three passengers occupying the back seats and a passenger sitting with the rider up front. We approached a Keke Napep that has two passengers sitted already so we mounted it as well to complete the ride. Bankole sat with the rider at the front while I sat at the back, sandwiched between two fat market women who wouldn't stop lamenting on the increment in cassava.