Centaurworld Rider Novels & Stories

We walked into the main hall of the castle, and I see four Centaurs and King Izzoth talking with King Fenris and Queen Nina. Conri and I walk up to them, and I say, "Hello, everyone!" I approached King Izzoth and gave him a hug. I approached King Chiron, and he held his arms out for a hug. I stepped in them and gave him a hug. I shook the other Centaurs hands as they told me their names. Trina's mate, Zughar, Thraag, Ezram and Delvor are the Centaurs who will be here to guard me. I asked Chiron to go to the conference room with me for a moment.

He warned, before walking out and heading to the entrance. I finished work with Rider standing close. He was the only brother, beside Alex, who stayed this close to me. He was constantly looking round, trying to spot any threats. Everyone had been vetted by Holgate, he was just being precautious. It was coming up to 5pm, time to clock off. I wasn’t working late today, I had the rest of the week, because I wanted to catch up on what I had missed, but I had nothing left to do. I logged out of my computer, signaling to my boss that I was done for the day. He nodded and gave me a thumbs up. He also nodded to Rider, Rider was intimating to everyone I worked with, he was tall, around 6ft 6. He pro

I assure him, determination burning bright in my eyes. Rhaenan finally assists me onto the horse after several failed attempts, and I settle atop the majestic beast with a triumphant smile. He mounts his own horse, a striking brown steed with a distinctive white patch between its eyes. In contrast, mine is a white beauty with a mane of flowing black hair, an unexpected yet captivating combination.

man -- centaur -- actually was laughing at her. This only angered her more. But he swung her onto his back and at his speed, she could do nothing but hold on for dear life. "Where are you taking me?" "Home." "My home is in the other direction." She said angrily. He didn't bother to answer. They traveled a long time, or what seemed to her to be a long time. Through her fear and anger, she was unable to locate where they were exactly. But she did know he led them up toward the mountains into a thick forest across the river. Her captor had slowed down, giving her a chance to think. She had thought centaurs to be dirty, rough creatures, yet her captor moved with a grace unknown to creatures thi

For a second, she sorely missed her magic but the Ghost rider took a step towards her and she backed away hastily. "Stay back!" She snarled, rising on shaky legs. "It is time to fulfil your destiny." He said. "And what destiny is that?" She snarled and he paused. "To destroy the world." He replied finally and came for her. Well fuck it, she wasn't defenceless. Even now as her body shook terribly, they made a mistake if they thought she was an easy target and she would show them.

"Only riders are allowed to do that." "What's a rider?" Her father licked his lips, patting the seat next to him. She hurriedly covered the steps, pushing herself on the bench. Celina waited for her father to continue, staring at him with those wide eyes. "Dragon riders. They are the bravest people of the land who can tame and control a dragon." "I will be a rider then." The Captain burst out in laughter, head thrown back. When he noticed that his daughter was determined and not letting it go away, he stopped. Shuffling to his locker, he pulled something out.

He has already mounted his black stallion Tsakar Dare, or Midnight, and is riding out ahead of me. The day is bleak and the clouds aren't quite visible, but it is unforgivably scorching hot outside. I lightly nudge Rana Fashe into a canter before galloping to catch up with Cesar and his horse. He sits proudly upon his horse, gazing out into the tree line with that same egotistical look on his face.

Not when he emerged to greet me. Clouds billowed around him, a giant black horse beneath him, its glowing red eyes full of fire. The mist thinned, showing the ranks of his riders, transparent yet as they waited to emerge into the world to wreak their destruction on it. Their destiny, the last ride, to destroy all that had been created, to lay waste so new life could begin.

The centaur growled, pulling a dagger from his hip. "You," I laughed as I lifted my whip and struck. The metal spikes of the whip connected with the centaur's hide, but he still lunged forward, slashing his dagger across my arm. "Fuck," I hissed as pain shot through me. "You should have thought again before challenging me." The centaur taunted, readying for another attack. "Yeah, ri…" I never got to finish my sentence as the world around me began to spin. Confused, I stumbled backward, trying to stay upright.

Crossbows were slung across their backs, enchanted bolts already notched and glowing faintly. Steve growled beside her, low and warning. Emma didn’t move. Her breath caught in her throat. The centaurs surrounded them in a semi-circle, their leader stepping forward. He was taller than the others, his chest wrapped in black leather, his left eye covered by a glowing emerald lens. The air around him shimmered with old power. He raised his hand, palm out, signaling them to stop. Then he spoke. “You do not belong here.” His voice was like gravel crushed underfoot. Ancient. Wary.