Along The Ride Novels & Stories

Magnus' eyes remained focused ahead, scanning the landscape. As they rode, the terrain grew increasingly treacherous, with steep inclines and sharp turns. But Magnus and his men were skilled riders, and they navigated the obstacles with ease. They urged their horses forward, pushing them to their limits as they rode closer and closer to their destination.

They grabbed my bags and loaded them in the Tahoe. I took the cigarettes out of my purse and threw them in the trash. Then I walked around the motel room to make sure we didn't leave anything behind. While Brodie and Deck had a deep discussion by the car. When Deck folded himself into my car I came out and waved bye then climbed in the Tahoe. I had no idea where we were going because Brodie had not mentioned anything besides saying check out was eleven-thirty and we needed to be out by then.

When we got to my bike, we synced the mics on our helmets so that we could talk while riding. As we rode down Highway 55, I noticed my mate was starting to speed up and get much more ahead of me than I would like. I sped up and I could hear her giggling. "I hope you don't mind. I like to go fast". I laughed and said, "You can go as fast as you want. I can keep up". I didn't need her face shield up to know that she is blushing again".

Wherever they were going, they were going to have to walk. They trekked side by side along the paved walkway, the streetlights glowing overhead as the purring of motorcycle engines faded into the distance behind them. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as she huddled close to his chest, soaking in the warmth from his body. The faint smell of his cologne still lingered on his dress shirt, and the aromatic scent of sandalwood and saffron danced in circles around them. It seemed that the missed calls to her phone earlier had long been forgotten.

"How do you know where we are?" "We're on the east coast of the continent. If we walk west enough we'll eventually find a large broken road and a mono track." "Like the ones the pods travel on in the speedway?" "Sort of. The road is a lot older and the mono track isn't perfectly straight anymore. It's more of a line and less of a tube, but it's a pretty bumpy ride if it gets powered. Your mom and I rode on one when we were looking for you."

Her face buries into his back, and for a moment, she looks like a girl holding on to more than just balance. Nikos mounts his own bike, Kristina sliding behind him, her hair catching the morning sun. They exchange a glance—soft, sad, yet strong. I take my place last. Carol swings onto the seat behind me, her laughter strangely fragile. “If you drive too fast, I’ll haunt you from the afterlife.” “You’ll haunt me either way,” I reply, my throat tight. We roar to life, chasing after the jeeps as they snake down the dirt road. The wind whips at my face, but it doesn’t cool the fire in my chest. This is the last ride, I know it.

I go along every time, grateful for the excuse to leave and the chance to feel useful. Today it's me, Knox, Phoenix, and two other pack members—Jax and Reese. The ride takes about an hour, winding through back roads and highways that blur together in a meditation of speed and wind. The autumn air bites at my exposed skin, but I don't mind. Out here, with the engine rumbling beneath me and the open road stretching ahead, I can almost forget the whispers that follow me around the compound. Almost forget the weight of being different, of being watched.

Ash corrected. Isabella laughed under her breath, the first real laugh in days. And somehow, that made Rex agree. The Journey They left by midday. No banners. No war escort. Just three riders moving quietly through forest trails. Isabella had expected tension during the ride, but instead there was… space. Birds calling overhead. Wind brushing through tall grass. The world continuing despite cosmic deadlines. It helped her breathe. Ash rode slightly ahead, occasionally pointing out landmarks or shortcuts, filling the silence with easy commentary.

Daiera POV Eastern Ridge 28 Minutes Later The wind ripped through my hair as we rode hard toward the ridge, hooves and paws thundering through the grasslands, the sky above bruised and heavy with tension. Draken rode beside me on a shadow-forged steed, shirtless because of fucking course he was. His smirk could melt glaciers. Kael and Riven were a blur of motion ahead of us, their wolves fast and wild. Auren flew overhead, his wings spread like divine vengeance.

And I'll be damned if we don't use it. The ride to the clubhouse is nothing but static—plans, angles, a dozen ways this can go wrong and the one way it has to end right. Catch the bastard. Shut it down before it spreads. I roll into the lot on my bike, engine snarling before I kill it. The place is already packed—cars and motorcycles lined like soldiers waiting for orders. War's ride stands out, his muscle posted close by. Good. He showed. Everyone's here. Ready to move.