Another Rider Saber Novels & Stories

Yet, she seemed to have forgotten all about it. She didn't just forget about it. She even let another man ride my prized and most beloved horse without telling me. Could it be that even she didn't belong to me anymore as well? I clenched my fists tightly and suppressed the violent urge in my chest. Cecil strode over and moved in front of Hazel to apologize to me. "Mr. Blanchard, one of the company's potential clients is a huge fan of horseback riding, and Hazel only brought me here to train my riding skills. You won't get mad at me for that, will you?"

It was stronger, faster, but I was fighting for my mate, my pack, and the future we’d barely begun to imagine. Through the bond, Liora’s voice reached me, strained but fierce: I’m coming, Kade. Hold on! I clamped my jaws around Unit Seven’s arm and bit down until I felt something crack. It roared and drove its knee into my side, but I didn’t let go. Then Liora was there, jumping onto its back, stabbing repeatedly at the glowing veins in its neck. “Get off him!” Sable appeared a second later, driving her knife into its side. “Die already, you fucking machine!”

And there it was, My bike. Silver. Smooth. Beautiful. Like moonlight trapped in steel. For a second, I forgot the pain. My heart beat fast, excitement, joy, pride. “Wow,” I whispered. “It’s… beautiful. Thank you so much. I love it.” He smiled. “It’s even better in person. It’s one of only two released in this city.” He asked if I needed a teacher, but I chuckled. “No. I can drive.” Of course I can. I rode a bike back home. A smaller one, but silver too.

It was filled with copper, silver and gold royals, all to help supply them while they sought out allies. After Boro said his farewell and accepted the money, he quickly made himself busy checking out the two pack horses. He wanted to give Littume and Lord Jetir space for there farewells. He saw Jetir give his son a firm hug and share a few words with him. Then he saw Lord Jetir unwrap the cloth and from it pulled out an ornate brown and gold scabbard. The scabbard was too thick to belong to a rapier, and too wide to be a katan, the long slightly curved, single edge style sword that Boro himself used. This one was as wide as the width of his palm and had two edges to it. A broadblade, an olde

Stone said. He suddenly laughs. I didn’t think he knew how to laugh. “ I was in the yard when I saw him pull up on his bike, little Sabine on the back. She had on a leather jacket with blue flames on it and a helmet to match. And you know how we feel about riders. So I knew at that moment she had to be special. She looked like she had been riding for years. Casper helped her down and stowed her helmet.” I look at Stone’s eyes because he is smiling. He is lost in the memory. “ They were about to walk past me when Sabine stopped and asked who I was. When Casper told her she let go of his hand and walked right up to me sizing me up. I have never had a grown man do that but this pint size kid d

But now Eddy was dead, and Saber had his guys coming down on their gang. Hard. “He’s bleeding men and money,” Saber said gruffly. “We’ve all but destroyed the Rykers and he knows that the bullshit he let his men pull was over the line.” “So you think he wants to suck up to you? Apologize?” Saber snorted. “He can get down on his knees and offer to suck me off . . . still not happening.”

The Riders were armored primitively, but Keron had been in enough encounters to know that their protection was strong enough to withstand direct hits. The feet of the Riders were shodded in black boots with protruding spikes on the toe area. Above was their silver shin guards riveted in red bolts. Above were their thigh guards that looked like large skirts at first glance, followed by their utility belts where a pair of pistols are holstered, then the cuirass which were comprised of hexagonal iron-forged plates. They wore no arm guards, only pairs of leather gloves simply covered their hands and on their heads were pointed straw hats that fully obscured their features. Within, their eyes glo

Asmo's Saber, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura of ominous power, while Satan's Saber blazed a fierce and blood-red hue, mirroring the intensity of his emotions. In this solitary arena, the stage was set for a confrontation that transcended physical combat, a clash of wills and emotions that would leave an indelible mark on their tumultuous relationship. The desert bore witness to the impending struggle, the stillness broken only by the crackling energy of their drawn Sabers, each brother poised to face the other in a battle that would test not only their physical prowess but also the depths of their resolve and the intricacies of their bond.

" Look as a gesture of my apology I am giving you a chance to face me squarely at a location where we will not be interrupted. What do you say? " Shelby eyed the black guy, her look searching for clues that he was trying to pull a fast one on her but she came away with only cold amusement on his face nothing else. The guy looked cocksure of his ability to defeat her and that is going to be his downfall as she doesn't plan on losing this fight. She nodded silently at him. A thrilling expression appeared on Blade's face. " Follow me, " he said and turned towards his bike. A red sleek beautiful Red Yahama YZF- R6.

His guards closed around him, forming a protective shield as he mounted his horse with practiced precision. "Protect him!" Veer’s voice echoed as he engaged in fierce combat, his blade a silver blur, felling enemies two at a time. Samarth kicked into his horse's sides, surging forward with fury burning in his chest. Inayat. Aabroo. The image of them being hunted sickened him. Behind him, a dozen riders followed, their faces resolute, blades drawn. Sabrina, seeing his retreat, bellowed to her army, "Kill the rest. Let none remain!" Her voice was venom and vengeance.