Another Rider Saber Novels & Stories

It was like a rotating invisible saber light storm, and no one else could approach them. The 24 Moves of the Saber Technique were displayed one by one, including Blade Five, Blade Eighteen, and so on. Styles of saber techniques were displayed by the four beautiful women. Every time they displayed one move at an incredible angle, it contained enough Saber Intent that could destroy the world. The attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, and the rumble grew louder and louder. It was like a thunderstorm in summer, and the rumbling of thunder rose and fell incessantly. Moreover, it grew faster and stronger.

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

She glared and snapped, "What are you doing here? Get out!" Amber didn't even look at her. She went straight to the organizers. "I have evidence that clears Shane's name." A flicker of unease crossed Willa's face. She sensed the situation slipping from her control and immediately turned her temper on the organizers. "I told you to throw her out. Do you not understand me?" No one paid her any mind. Amber handed the sketchbook in her hands to the organizers. "These are the drafts Shane drew when he designed the ring. I doubt Aaron can produce anything like this."

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.

Knowing full well this question just answered itself. “Well, little mate. It appears you have become annoyed enough to talk with me. So, what’s your name?” Could telling him my name get me in deeper than I already am? I guess not. “Saber.” “Where are you from?” “Some mystery is needed in a new relationship, don’t you think?” I batted my eyes at him. May be playing nice and flirting a little would get me out of the chains easily then I could escape. He grumbled something not loud enough for me to pick up. “Fine. Then what kind of shifter are you? How did you get into my pack house without being noticed?”

Kiera's POV The rumble of engines cut through the night like thunder, drowning out the distant sirens. But these weren't human motorcycles… I knew that sound, had heard it in my nightmares for five years. The synchronized growl of the Black Howl pack, riding in formation like a supernatural cavalry. "Shit!," Sable breathed, raising her rifle instinctively. "More wolves." "No," I said quietly, my enhanced senses picking out familiar scents on the wind. "These are different."

They knew where she’d been. And if they’d arrived just a few minutes earlier, they would have seen her with Axel. Her grip tightened on the Harley’s handlebar, knuckles turning white. Sabrina froze beside her, caught like a rabbit in headlights. Engines cut. Silence swallowed the road. Reed swung his leg off his bike, boots striking the asphalt like gunshots. His gaze flicked from Raven, to Sabrina, to the empty horizon where Axel and his Riders had vanished. “Funny,” Reed drawled, his voice smooth and sharp as a knife. “You break down in Rider territory… and yet you’re still breathing.”