Centaurworld Rider Novels & Stories

“That was many years ago, so maybe he won’t be as good as you remember.” “Yes, but riding a horse is no different than riding a bike. Once you know how to ride, you never forget.” Xureus glanced at me briefly. “Just watch.” Xureus smiled. “Now that Zatyx remembers the past, you will see a side to him you never knew.” My brows arched slightly as I returned my attention to Caleb. He was now atop a black horse with a white diamond between its eyes. The horse had a majestic demeanor, but it was nothing compared to Caleb.

Its body lurched towards her so fast it was a blur, she raised her shield as Aren shouted “Layana! That’s a Crawler!” Kayden looked at him, his eyes shocked, those were beasts that were said to roam the forbidden lands - however, he had never ever seen one in person. “We’ll handle the crawler, Layana you focus on the riders,” he said furtively, right now their best chance was for them to focus on the Crawler. Layana nodded as Aren spun his sword,

I stroked his snout, trying to steady my racing heart. “Just remember the choreography, old friend,” I murmured. “No improvising today, alright? We need to be perfect.” “I find your lack of faith… predictable,” Vermithor’s voice rumbled deep inside my mind, a warm, amused sound. “We are always perfect, little rider.” A booming voice over the loudspeakers announced the start of the Dragon Rider Exhibition, listing the names of the four pairs participating: Freya and Ignis, Ryan and Pyre, Dylan and Glaze, and…

The Riders were legends in between half myth, half nightmare. The lead bike stopped a few feet away. Its rider swung a boot to the ground, pulling off his helmet. Dark hair spilled free. Steel-gray eyes glinted cold under the moon. A scar carved on his right brow, stark against tanned skin. Axel Voss. Alpha of the Moonburn Riders. Raven’s stomach dropped. Every warning she’d ever heard about him whispered through her mind. Ruthless. Unstoppable. Dangerous. But none of that mattered. Because the second his eyes locked on hers, the wolf inside Raven went still, whispering one word in a voice that shook her bones.

Making up his mind, he wore a sleeveless tunic, and slipped a pouch around his waist, a pouch which contained a short pen knife. He knew trouble would come, he could feel it. He let himself out of the tent where Azayi still waited to lead him to the banquet. The closer they trotted, the louder the music sounded. He saw them as they pranced, ten beautiful-looking female Centaurs, dancing with long white hair and a wreath of pure white roses on their heads. They covered their chests with only black nets and so they jiggled every time they danced. From their belly buttons down, their horse bodies were lithe and powerful. But what got Chimera's mouth hanging open was that they were pure white g

Their flesh faded like smoke at the edges, and they charged with the desperation of the dead. Behind her, the cries of her people rang out. Children. Mothers. Warriors. All running. All afraid. She turned back just in time to see a figure break through the herd. A stallion. Massive. Golden. His eyes were stars—burning white-hot and endless. On his back, cloaked in shadows and stars, was a rider with no face—only a crown of thorns and constellations. The figure raised an arm and the sky ignited with fire. Serenya screamed.

"There he is, number seven, that's Ryker's bike!" Kyra looked down at the track and found Ryker immediately, his black and silver bike gleaming under the arena lights. Even from this distance she could feel him, could sense the moment his attention shifted to the stands and found her. He raised one hand in acknowledgment and Kade went wild, waving back with both arms. "He saw us, Mom, he saw us!" Kade shouted over the crowd noise.

During the month-long celebration of the Tri-World Tournament, the dignitaries from the three worlds would come upon the invitation of the Headmaster, the Kraken, Headmaster Kirk. Cent knew that her father would come even if she would not join any contest – Gukasho told her so before she left for the academy. Apparently, this was the time that the nobilities from different worlds could expand their connections to the nobles from different worlds. So Cent also decided to use this chance to gather allies from the different worlds and she got only one option – the beings of the Ambivalent World. Merlin. She remembered the name that Levi suggested. He did not tell her why, so she would have to s

Rae asked the boy she caught staring at her. "N--n..no, sorry." the guy stutter at his response. "Good." Rae said and continue with Sarah. "So Sarah, what kind of Supernatural creature are you?" Rae decided to ask the quiet girl. "Umm..am a Centaur." Sarah answered. A Centaur is a creature which is half-woman and half-horse. "Wow, a Centaur?" Rae asked, Sarah nodded her head. "Yes." Stopping in front of a class, which was noisy. "This is our first class, history."

The rider climbed down, leapt through a window, and entered the building. Finally, face-to-face, everyone could see one another. The rider removed his goggles, revealing an ordinary face. A man in his thirties, with a crew cut, average build—not particularly muscular or thin. He looked plain and completely unremarkable. He scanned the room and smiled. "Hello. My name is Blaize Altman, from 'New World.'" "What?" Geronimo and the others stared, dumbfounded. "New World"? What was that? Blaize feigned realization. "Are there no ability users here?"