Another Rider Saber Novels & Stories

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.”

He was not the slightest bothered whether they would escape or not. Bob and the other six core members of the council could be seen staring at Lucas, shocked. They would rather believe that it was the end of the world than to believe that Lucas owned three Rank 5 zombies. "Swoosh!" The sound of a weapon being unsheathed was suddenly heard, and Lucas was then seen holding a terrifying saber. The saber was about 1.6 meters long, and its blade was extremely sharp. Its body had a dragon crafted on it as though it was giving off the roar of a dragon.

"Tell your rider to move the car right now!" "Master..." the territory rider says from the front seat. His voice is shaking. The rider looks back at us through the glass. His eyes are wide and round. He cannot believe a small female is holding a blade to his alpha's neck. I am so shaking and hot from the potion that my hand slips. The sharp silver cuts into his skin. A small drop of red blood comes out.

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

But as Dax leaned me back against the cabin’s cedar siding, his hand sliding up to tangle in my hair, the Norton’s alarm chirped a sharp, discordant note that shattered the moment. The sapphire light of the Engine began to flicker, turning a violent, aggressive red. "Dax," I panted, pulling back. "Something is pinging the frequency." From the tree line of the fiber-optic pines, a single rider emerged. This wasn't an Aegis drone or a federal agent. The bike was a raw, skeletal thing a stripped-down streetfighter that looked like it had been built from the wreckage of a dozen different machines. The rider wore a vest I didn't recognize: a snarling wolf's head, but with its eyes stitched shut i

I say to her and she nods her head. “Ok, follow me.” We each take her hands and walk out of the clubhouse towards the bikes. I look at Dante and realise can he even ride? “Can you ride or will you take the SUV?” I ask him and he smiles at me. “Oh, I can ride.” He wiggles his eyebrows and I roll my eyes at him, but Rebel just giggles as she shoves him playfully. “Rude.” she says as she walks to her Suzuki Hayabusa. She straddles it, and I can’t help but stare at her ass as she gets comfortable. Fucking hell.

He asked. “Sure. I don’t mind it.” She replied. The guy sat with her and started a conversation with her. She learned that his name was Damon. He was part of a biker gang called Lobo's. He had a low-rider cruiser made by Harley Davidson. When he learned that she rode an H2R Ninja, he was in awe. It’s rare when you find a girl, gorgeous and sweet, loving fast bikes. She enjoyed that evening having an innocent, but simple conversation with Damon. He didn’t know it, but he helped her forget about her problems for a moment. It was one of the best nights she endured since the second she left home.

Attila and Axel would not give up easily, and Malcolm and his pack would have to be prepared to face them again. The Lunar warriors, led by Thane and Ryker, charged into the fray, their swords flashing in the fading light. Thane, a towering figure with piercing blue eyes, fought with a fierce determination, his sword slicing through the attackers with deadly precision. Ryker, a sleek and agile warrior with a mischievous grin, darted between the trees, his eyes fixed on the attackers as he struck from unexpected angles. Together, Thane and Ryker led the Lunar warriors in a fierce counterattack, driving the attackers back with a ferocity that sent them stumbling.