Along The Ride Novels & Stories

The rumble vibrates against my thighs, and I feel the power of the bike as I pull away. I give the bar one last look as Killian; I and two other Zetas rip down the worn road

Seeing Jared, Shane shouted, "Jared! You're injured! Standing in the rain like this will cause an infection! Do you want to cripple that arm for good?" He didn't even bother pulling over properly. He slammed the brakes in the middle of the road. Anthony was in the passenger seat. He had been drinking, so his reactions had slowed. His mind had been spinning the whole ride. He had seen Jared about to propose to Yvonne yesterday just before he left the hospital. Did Yvonne reject him? Why?

"Your mark seems to be fighting off the corruption slowly." "Or learning to," Zephyr added. "Either way, you're fit to ride." An hour later, they were on the move. Laura rode between Dante and Lucian, the other two Alphas ranging ahead and behind. The march to Eastern Ridge would take two days, maybe three if they hit bad weather. "So," Dante said after they'd been riding for a while, "want to tell me why you smell like Lucian this morning?" Laura nearly choked. "What?"

"YUP, let's get ready, where d'ya wanna go?" "The five bridges?" "Sure, I'll go do a pre-ride and gas'er up. My brother does the same, which means I can get right on the road from the house and not have to stop for gas." So we took that hundred and twenty five mile ride and Andrea was loving every mile of it. We were heading to krispy K doughnuts on fourth street when she said, "Can we ride some more, then stop here? I'd like to really get my glasses steamed up for you in my cleavage, then mabye we could do other things with that bra?"

By the third week, the mist of that first morning felt like a memory belonging to someone else entirely. On what Rowan promised was our final day of travel, we crested a hill that overlooked a long valley road leading toward the mountains proper. Nobody spoke much anymore, not out of tension, but the easy quiet of people who'd spent weeks learning each other's rhythms. I studied the riders around me instead, the way they moved together without needing words. "You're staring," Rowan said, falling back to ride alongside me without breaking formation. "Something on your mind?"

“Orchard first.” We ride the rest of the way with our knees close on the path, the mark quiet on my skin, the bloodline only a low hum, and the first real thread of the payment chain pulled taut behind us—together, as promised, without letting the smoke ride in the saddle between us.

The mountain trail was narrow and steep, but Ryke knew every twist and hidden path like the back of his hand. He had ridden these ridges many times on patrols with Kaelan, scouting for threats and mapping the borders of Ravencrest’s domain. Today, however, the ride felt different. Liera sat in front of him on the same horse, her back pressed against his chest, her dark hair with silver threads brushing his chin with every step the stallion took. He had suggested the ride after their tense conversation on the balcony the night before. “Let me show you something,” he had said, voice rough with need and hope. “A place where the world feels bigger than duty.”

The final moment of the race was a contest between Lauren, Wanda, and another top rider. Lauren pushed herself to the front, her brows furrowed in fierce concentration. “She’s going to lose,” I whispered, smiling. Kendra looked puzzled. I knew every expression Lauren could make in every circumstance. She couldn’t hold on. No sooner had I spoken than Lauren faltered. Wanda crossed the line first, followed closely by the other rider. Lauren crashed heavily onto the ground, and the riders behind her surged forward, pushing her rank off the first page entirely.

Harlow I was greeted by six cuts bearing emblems of a flaming sword surrounded by seven rings as I sped toward the Seventh Circle bikers from behind. They'd been following our caravan for several minutes and were quickly gaining on our four bikes. From my vantage point, I could see that these guys were packing, and pretty soon, they would be in firing-range of Cyrus and the others.

was a fitting switch on a familiar old saying. While inconvenient, the need to travel to work on her magic had its benefits. Pretty much every day, Leesa got to enjoy a ten or fifteen mile ride in Rave’s arms, cradled snug against his muscular chest and feeling his inner warmth soaking into her body. Being carried by Rave as he raced swiftly through the trees was still far and away her favorite way to travel.