Another Rider Saber Novels & Stories

I can’t wait to paint that pretty ass of hers red for this disrespect. He secured the scarf and swung his leg over his bike; the bright red Honda Fireblade gleamed as the early morning sun touched it, while Justin gave him a wide grin. ‘It was a mighty fine little ass to, pert and firm, perfect for spanking.’ With his mind full of the image of her naked body, he swung his leg over his more conservative jet black Kawasaki Ninja. Both bikes purred rather than roared into action, belying their powerful engines as the two men manoevred them gingerly onto the highway heading for their MC.

Smoke still curled thick above the market behind us, and somewhere within it I could hear voices calling names that were not ours, hunters searching methodically through chaos they had built specifically to hide their true purpose. “How many riders,” I asked, my voice low, every instinct screaming at me to run even as I forced myself to stay still and think. “A dozen, maybe more,” Sable said. “Too many to fight our way through if it comes to that, and far too many to outrun on foot with Marisol still shaking the way she is.”

"If Zoran's watching her, whoever you send needs to be able to get her out fast, not just deliver a warning and leave her exposed." Sable nodded once and was already moving, calling instructions to two of the riders who'd come with the reinforcement party, and within minutes they were mounted and riding hard south toward Winterhall, toward a woman who'd finally chosen honesty and might now pay for it with everything she had left. --- Rowan reached us as Sable's riders disappeared over the ridge, his eyes taking in the scene with the same fast assessment as Sable's had, lingering a moment longer on me, on the dried blood at my upper lip, on the way Caius still stood close enough that our shou

The steel caught the thin light and threw it in his eyes. The other two flanked him, moving with the easy precision of those who had fought together before. Eolan’s hand went to his short sword, the weight of it both foreign and familiar. The lead rider approached, testing his grip with a slow circle. “Your name,” the rider demanded in accented common. “Eolan,” he said. The man’s eyes narrowed. “The Shadow Heir.” It wasn’t a question. The first strike came fast—a diagonal cut meant to test rather than kill. Eolan parried, the shock of the impact jarring up his arm. The second rider moved in, aiming low. He pivoted, letting the blade skim his cloak.

. A gunshot would echo for miles. He dropped from the tree branch above the lead rider. He landed silently on the back of the snowmobile. Before the rider could react, Damian had him in a chokehold. A sharp twist. A crack. The rider went limp. The second rider spun around, reaching for his radio. "Contact!" he shouted. I rose from the snow. I didn't shoot to kill. I shot the radio. BANG. The plastic receiver on his shoulder shattered. The rider flinched, turning his weapon toward me. Kai was faster. He emerged from the right flank, using the butt of his rifle like a baseball bat. He swung it into the rider's helmet. CLANG. The rider fell off the sled, unconscious before he hit the snow. "Cle

Lara's revelation of his true identity explained why he chose to align himself with them. My silver blade shimmered under the moonlight, urging me to launch another attack. Like a flash of lightning, I charged towards Rider and delivered a series of powerful strikes until he lay defeated on the ground. To my astonishment, he transformed into my best friend. "Dude, please, don't kill me. It's me," he pleaded. "Dude!" I exclaimed. A conflict brewed within me as my mind recognized him as Rider Storm, who had deceived me by assuming Alex's appearance. Yet, my heart hesitated to harm him.

Sara’s saber began to glow with a golden hum, its light pulsating and radiating power. Danial’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. The sword had transformed, and something in its aura warned him to be cautious. He took a deep breath, instinctively stepping back as he realized this was no ordinary blade. He could feel the energy crackling around it, vibrating in the air. Sara’s lips curved into a confident smile. She waved her saber in a swift arc, the light from the blade shimmering in the dim underground training hall. "Don't blink, Danial. You’ll miss it," she said, her voice filled with thrilling anticipation.

A smile danced on his face. Savan turned towards him: “I will take these two; you take care of the rest.” “Aye,” the sorcerer moved forward. Savan continues towards them, their faces change. They dismount, rush toward him. A fatal mistake, with one movement his sword is out. The sword flashes, in an instance their throats are slashed. The first rider fell like a sack. The second one with his hand tries to stop the leaking body fluid, after that, he too falls like a sack.

I pushed the bike harder, the needle hitting the red line as I tore down the straightaway. The tachometer needles danced in the red. Then came the vibration, not from my bike, but from the modified cruiser lunging into my peripheral. He was the son from the Lucchesi crew, a man named Vane who had more ego than talent. He was riding dirty, his front tire intentionally clipping my rear swingarm to destabilize my line. He wanted to see me slide. With my left hand, I reached into the holster. My fingers closed around the matte-black grip of the Scythe, it was a custom-made disruptor I’d spent three months perfecting in the basement. It wasn't designed for a clean kill, it was designed for a less

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.