Along The Ride Novels & Stories

"You know the Wild Riders go on longer rides. They have a few campgrounds in the Carolinas that offer rental cabins. They also have a place on the West Coast of Florida. They go everywhere." "Really? How do the riders all stay together?" "The rides are very organized. Once the route is planned out, they load it into everyone's GPS. So, if someone has to stop or just wants to take a detour, they all meet up at the next planned stop. Would you like to go on one of the trips?" "It sounds like fun. Yes." "Okay, we can ask Sam about the dates; otherwise, he'll probably tell us once we arrive." "Do you know when the story about the faulty vests is going to hit?"

Briar caught one in hers, and they looked at each other. "I am still angry," Briar said softly. "I know." "But you are still my mother." Rhen's face crumpled. She nodded, once, unable to speak. We rode. Seven horses, one cart, two lanterns. The Lantern Road was a pale scar under the stars, lined with old standing stones. Alden rode beside me, clutching his cane with both hands, murmuring to himself. Corra and Isolde rode behind us, holding each other.

It shouldn’t just be one-way communication from them! I glance at the track as the top ten riders rev their engines. The championship race has begun.

It was obvious the women talk was starting to irritate Bishop. Finishing up the coffee in the second mug, I wiped my mouth clean with the back of my hand before saying, "That's all. Let's go." The recent change as regards not spending the night at Mothers of Agony was related to the rest of the men on the ride by Ax alongside other important info. The ride began. Ax, Money, Bishop, Niko and I were in front...patch members in the middle, prospects towards the rear and Bolt the very last rider.

“There’s an old service track. Steep, but it’ll shave time.” “Time we probably don’t have,” Deren muttered. “Then ride like we mean it,” Kael said. They wheeled their horses as one. Gravel sprayed under hooves. The broad, carefully cleared road to the pits fell away behind them as they aimed for the rougher cut.

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

Ashley swallowed the sudden rush of emotion. “I want,” she said quietly. The men breathed it in — all four of them. The sun rose higher, lighting the valley in gold. Ashley turned back to her bike, swinging a leg over the seat. “Let’s ride.” Four engines growled to life behind her. Nolan. Jax. Ace. Cole. Her shadow. Her strength. Her storm. Her home. Ashley revved her engine, wind catching her hair, the open road stretching ahead. She took off first.

"I can ride. But we need to go fast." We rode like the wind was at our backs. The Sebastian home was half a day's hard ride. The whole way, the attacks came in waves. Every few miles, a new spike of pain. Each one left me gasping, clutching the reins. Neal rode beside me, ready to catch me if I fell. Noah was ahead, scouting, his face a mask of cold fury. Elias rode behind me, his hand occasionally touching my shoulder, sending a small pulse of Dawnfire warmth to steady me.