Akira Bike Irl Novels & Stories

“Come on, Kiara. I’m not as bad as you think. Once I start, you’ll beg me not to stop.” “Aaron, please… my baby…” “We’ll have as many babies as we want–” Vroom! The loud raving sound of a bike’s engine resounded suddenly, forcing him to look behind him. Kiara quickly pushed him and tried to run, but she limped and fell onto the ground. But Aaron no longer chased her, distracted by the bike. It drove at a very high speed, heading straight at the crazy man. He tried to run, but the huge bike followed and finally slammed into him.

*I’m going to lure them into that rocky terrain. *Are you insane?* Akira snapped back in fury. “I mean, it's not a question anymore—you definitely are insane! But that's dangerous! We don't know what lurks there, and we’re barely hanging on!” *Again, we barely have options,” I retorted. “If I can surprise them by shifting into my human form to squeeze into that narrow space, I’ll have a better chance of taking at least one down.* Akira hesitated, then conceded. *Fine then, but be careful about it. If they catch us off guard, we won't get a second chance!*

I caught him gazing in awe at the motorcycle I had made. "Your powers are awesome!" he exclaimed. I also looked at the motorcycle I had created. It was purple and seemed to be sprinkled with white magic dust. Truly a fascinating sight. "Get on quickly!" I urged Akira, with a hint of haste. I couldn't wait to explore this place. Akira looked at me skeptically. "Maybe you don't know how to ride that," he said. I glared at him. "Don't get on then. Just stay here. Bye!" I said and started the motor. Before I could even start it in an instant, Akira was already behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, sending an electric sensation through me.

it was one of the house mothers we need some help god how you sleep through this racket ill never know the woman muttered Kyra grinned and didn't answer she abandoned her room via the bedroom window, jumping three stories down landing with ease on the balls of her feet she headed quickly to her bike parked in the driveway, Throwing her leg over the leather saddle of the black and silver bike and pulling on her helmet she had bought the bike shortly after she had turned sixteen it was one of the rare vehicles that were allowed here in Sparda brought over from the human world it was her one true pride and joy the bike purred to life under her with a deep rumble Kyra! she heard the house mother

Together, we head toward the rows of motorcycles lined up by the side. I watch him walk toward a bike that immediately stands out among the rest. Black. Sleek. Just looking at it, I can tell it’s dangerously fast. He must feel proud, owning something this beautiful. Kai glances back at me. “Are you coming over here, or do you need me to carry you?” “NO!”

“You were steadily on my mind, even though I hated that you left me alone. You always were my knight.” “I know, Akira.” Raiden made an involuntary sigh, enjoying the last moments with his beloved. “But now, you have to go,” he said sadly, turning to her. “I will tell them that you wound me deeply and ran away. There will be no winner or loser in this battle. Our clans will recede.” “Do you realize what you are saying?” Akira waved her hands frantically. “I won’t run away from the battlefield like a coward. I’d rather kill myself than go through that shame.”

Connor followed him. The three of them traveled back to Lam-Yao. Their horses were galloping on the rooty forest. Akira's heart was pounding as the horse jump over on big roots. The wind flutters her hair in its direction, striking into Connor's chest who is steadily running the horse. The three of them are all silent. They are observing the surroundings and readying for possible danger. They were near the village when Conrad suddenly reined his horse making it stand up on its hind legs with the forelegs off the ground. Connor's horse did the same, but the horses soon got steady. Akira's heart rate got faster with excitement. She never thought that riding a horse would be a nice experience.

The seat behind him is wide, steady, designed to carry weight without complaint. Reaper’s bike is sleek and predatory, black with flashes of emerald striping that catch the light when he moves. It looks fast even standing still. Asmodeus’s machine is a monster, tall, heavy, built like it could plow through a wall and keep going. Thick tires and reinforced frame nothing decorative, all for function. Viking’s bike gleams like a relic pulled from legend, dark steel with gold detailing etched like runes along the sides. It hums faintly, like it’s alive.

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the bikers.

"We'll see about that." Kiara appeared next to him with Sofia at her side. She smiled at Adriana and pulled her into a hug. "He'll be fine," she said quietly, but I heard it anyway. Adriana smiled but didn't respond. Sofia looked up at me with those serious eyes of hers. "You'd better win, Mr." "I plan to," I told her. Gabriel led me over to the bikes, and I ran my hand over the seat of the one he'd brought for me. It was a Ducati Panigale V4, top of the line and built for speed. The engine would purr like a beast once it was running.