Another Rider Saber Novels & Stories

Two down in less than five seconds. But they were surrounded. The remaining four closed in, more cautious now, weapons drawn—a knife, a compact hatchet, two pistols held in low, ready positions. Sabe was a whirlwind in the center, his injured shoulder telegraphing a faint stiffness he couldn't hide. He disarmed the hatchet wielder with a brutal wrist lock that ended in the snap of bone, driving the man to his knees with a scream.

The instant it did, the forest lid up with another dozen motorcycles, roaring to life. The Wolf Riders! They circled the Black Skull Riders, hollering and laughing, before breaking into formation and heading back to the main road. Screaming woes and curses, Viper ordered his men to follow us as their bikes roared to life and tried to catch up... “I can’t believe he fell for that!” Knives grinned, way too happy about being shot at than any normal man would! I didn’t reply but grinned as well, as he hollered a “hoo-yah!” and took the lead as we sped down the road. As it would turn out, leaving Bunny with too much time on his hands and with money from his stepdad was a deadly combination. Appar

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

While jumping directly from the stands to Caspian, Moris Gibson did not forget to shout at the clansmen behind him, “Call the Elders!" Swoosh! As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his wrist and a giant blade as tall as an adult appeared in his hand. The saber shadow seemed to cover the sky. The saber light was the lightning that tore the night apart. This scene reminded Caspian of the first time he saw Solana fight. Solana's first weapon was a giant axe the size of a wheel. "Are all the weapons used by the Gibson family people so exaggerated?"

The rider fell to the floor, clutching his open wound. I hopped off the horse looking for Ajani and spotted him also dismounting the horse after killing the rider. We were on opposite sides of the arena and we began to move toward each other as the four remaining opponents closed in on us. The one I had stabbed moved slower than the others.

The dual-handed Middle-grade Sacred Relic let off a cold glimmer. She was pleased to receive it and she knew better than to refuse that gift. Muttering words of thanks, it had been ages since she began hoping for a Sacred Relic of her own and these dual-handed sabers would work just fine. Chu Xun produced one more weapon: a saber with a long and jet-black blade. The sharp weapon, a Middle-grade Sacred Relic, was gifted to Yan Yi. To Yan Yan, he asked what weapons she would love and her answer prompted him to give her the Thundering Hammer.

I breathe fire into his wheels and ended his water wheels. "So the bitch is a fire style user, not bad," the rider said. Sangeeta began drifting to cover him so that he doesn't move past her. "Sangeeta, should you not be more concerned about overtaking the three in front of us than keeping the one behind us behind?" Tomo asked. "Relax and watch this," Sangeeta said. Meanwhile the rider then said, "time to crush you once and for all time." "This is supposed to be a…" before I could finish I saw some amazing Tadara display.

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.

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.

Fafnir was crying out in delight. The Ruler ranks who were mobbing Rags were dumbfounded, while the man himself laughed in hearty relief. "Haha! Well done, kid! You were actually hiding a Darkscale?!" With a Monarch-class beast being Caleb's mount, the Ruler ranks couldn't even reach him. On top of that, Lisa also broke through the encirclement and flew over to ride Blackie. "Skree!" Blackie cried out, clearly annoyed.