Another Rider Saber Novels & Stories

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

Then, she thought that if she were to do so, the dagger would end up stabbing Henry instead. Feeling terrified, she was stunned and shut her eyes tight in view of the dagger that was right in front of her. Henry quickly shoved the drunkard that was aiming for Stella with a kick. When he got back to his position, he realized he could not make it in time to evade the other incoming attack. He did not have a choice but to grab the dagger with his bare hand. With a twist of his hips, he kicked the drunkard with a heavy force and he was sent flying away.

Everyone in the class looked at him with awe. He came to the front and activated his mod. Lightsabers can be used in two different ways. You can use it as a normal lightsaber, the classic way as every star wars fan would want, the mod literally allows the handle to pop out of the middle of your hand, and you can use it to activate the saber, it works on the person's mod energy. The second was is that you can use it to coat other limb type mods, for example: If you have a blade type mod, you can use the lightsaber mod along with the blade type mod and it allows the blade type mod to develop a coating of energy around the blade converting it into an energy blade.

Slicer stab Zitrey. But before the tip of the blade went to her skin, a saber blocked between them. A risky thing to be thrown. Fortunately, Nikka has sharp eyes, with a short period of time she managed to calculate the angle and the exact amount of force to be thrown to block the dagger coming to Zitrey.

The rumble vibrates against my thighs, and I feel the power of the bike as I pull away. I give the bar one last look as Killian; I and two other Zetas rip down the worn road

Before the astonished eyes of the Haunt escort, the cycles sent silver tendrils around their rider’s legs to the knee, anchoring them in place. Jayems, who had been alerted only a bare hour before of the change in plans, grabbed Keilor. He informed him what was up as they hurried to the field between the arms of the citadel. They were waiting there as the Symbiont riders arrived. There was only one woman in the group, and the men were without exception of warrior stock. All the males wore their hair cropped short, and even the woman’s blond hair was only long enough to touch her shoulders. They wore black pants of heavy cloth, boots and jackets of suede suitable for traveling at high velocit

Master Saber stared at the night skies from the window with a look of satisfaction written all over his face. “I will make you a fine escort worthy to protect His Highness, someone that is unstoppable, refined and recalibrated.”