4 Rider Novels & Stories

I slam on the gas and my engine roars to life. *** Lap 40 of 200 I check my rearview mirror. Of the 16 cars, I’m in 5th. Not bad, but not great. Only the top 3 riders from this race will make the finals. I take another peek behind me. Axel. He’s a few cars behind me in 7th. My stomach drops. He’s the best racer here. He’s bombing right now, and I know why. And it’s my fault. Lap 180 of 200

Smoke still curled thick above the market behind us, and somewhere within it I could hear voices calling names that were not ours, hunters searching methodically through chaos they had built specifically to hide their true purpose. “How many riders,” I asked, my voice low, every instinct screaming at me to run even as I forced myself to stay still and think. “A dozen, maybe more,” Sable said. “Too many to fight our way through if it comes to that, and far too many to outrun on foot with Marisol still shaking the way she is.”

"What colours?" Kael demanded, already reaching for his blade despite the darkness pressing close around them, the horses beneath them shifting restlessly as if they too sensed something wrong in the air ahead. "I don't know them," the scout said, still catching his breath. "Silver and black, some kind of crescent design. Not Lycan. Not any pack banner I've ever studied." He hesitated, dread plain on his face. "There were at least thirty riders, Alpha. Moving with purpose, straight toward the marked coordinates."

The rides were four-doors with a rigid top and a fold-down trunk. The Seven Pillars commandoes flowed into action even as the last of the dust was being kicked up. Ranged death was coming from their right, so the left rear passengers in each vehicle dismounted. The right side rear guy, pulled down their dead gunner and prepared to take his place. Me? My plan required me to get a tiny bit closer! I bolted for the nearer of the two targets.

"You can't kill everyone, Jackson. You're one man." "I'm not alone." The sound of motorcycles filled the alley. Headlights illuminated us. Hawk. Viper. Torch. And behind them, a dozen more Steel Serpents. All loyal. All ready to fight. Reaper's face went pale. "No. You were supposed to be at the safe house." "We were. Until we figured out your game." Hawk got off his bike. "It's over, Reaper. You're outnumbered. Outplayed. Done." "I'm never done." Reaper reached for something in his jacket.

Liana The engine hums beneath me like a living thing. No. Not hums. Breathes. The MTT 420RR vibrates between my thighs, powerful and impatient, and I swear she recognizes me, is purring just for me. The weight. The balance. The promise of violence if mishandled. I take a deep breath, stilling my hammering heart and lower my visor. Across from me, Luca leans forward over his Ducati Panigale V4 R, red and lethal, like it was forged in Italy purely to break hearts and speed limits.

“This is gonna be good.” Tiffany mounted a sleek red Sportster, revving it aggressively. Hazel swung onto her customized black Harley, the one Jax had assigned her. The engines roared in unison. Tiffany’s red Sportster revved aggressively. Dagger stood between them, flag in hand. “Clean race. First to the marker and back. No bullshit.” Tiffany smirked. “Try to keep up, mechanic.” The flag dropped.

This is going to be good. “Bikes incoming.” Ripper says as we all watch when an SUV drives from the opposite side. Oh, hell no. “Who wants to bet that in that armoured SUV is one little Angel Moretti?” Blaze says and I gulp. If she is here, then it is going to go down. She won’t be here to play. From where we are hidden, the bikers ride straight past, not seeing us. I look and see the VP Tomahawk leading a group of four other men. Interesting, where is Crusher?

The instant it did, the forest lid up with another dozen motorcycles, roaring to life. The Wolf Riders! They circled the Black Skull Riders, hollering and laughing, before breaking into formation and heading back to the main road. Screaming woes and curses, Viper ordered his men to follow us as their bikes roared to life and tried to catch up... “I can’t believe he fell for that!” Knives grinned, way too happy about being shot at than any normal man would! I didn’t reply but grinned as well, as he hollered a “hoo-yah!” and took the lead as we sped down the road. As it would turn out, leaving Bunny with too much time on his hands and with money from his stepdad was a deadly combination. Appar

Ylys is in front, by herself, followed by the silver dragons, then the bronze dragons, then blue, red, and finally, greens. There are only four silver dragons, and I am the only rider of a silver. There is a bronze rider, two red, two blue, and three green riders. That’s all of us, nine riders. That’s how selective the dragons are about who they will bond their lives to. It makes me even more proud to know that I was not only worthy of being a dragon rider, but worthy of being a rider to a silver dragon.