Centaurworld Rider Novels & Stories

I would not beg. A motorcycle engine cut through the air, slow and deliberate. The sound pulled everyone's gaze toward the center of the yard. A sleek, black bike rolled forward, and my breath caught in my throat. The rider moved with a calm that spoke of power and control, as if the world bent around him. He dismounted with unhurried control. Kade Cross, they called him Ruin.

The rider was staring at the smoking ambulance. Cale walked up to the rider. "I need your bike," Cale said. "Excuse me?" the rider asked, flipping up his visor. "My partner is dying," Cale said. "I need your bike." The rider looked at Cale. He saw the hospital gown tucked into jeans. He saw the cast. He saw the blood on Cale’s face. And he saw the eyes. The rider got off the bike. "Take it," the rider said. "Keys are in it."

“You have gotten the wrong wolf.” I said in low tune, trying not to get angry. I don't want to be responsible for wiping out an entire civilization. So, I just practiced my breathing techniques as I patiently wait for them to stop their chants. After thirty minutes, they finally stopped. “Thank goodness!” I muttered. I did not know for how long I could keep my cool together anymore. There was movement in the herd of centaurs as they made way for whom I can assume is their leader. He was a big ass centaur with sturdier hoots than the others. Immediately he came forward, he looked at me and smiled.

He looks very serious, looks like he’s going to kill those unknown with his sharp looks. I think I’ve seen them before, in a book or on the internet. I do guess they are centaurs, a half human, half horse mythical creature. They have the body of a horse and the torso, head, and arms of a man. They were considered to be the children of Iion, king of the Lapiths, and Nephele, a cloud made in the image of Hera. “Hey Moha.” I whispered. “Why?” He asked. “I think I do know what they are.” I said.

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.

The hoofbeats grew louder, pounding like war drums, and then, The rider emerged. A figure on a midnight-black horse, moving like a shadow across the land. The rider’s armor was strange, shifting between solid metal and something less tangible, as if caught between worlds. A deep hood concealed their face, but beneath it, Rael caught the glint of something not quite human, eyes like molten gold, burning beneath the dark. The rider pulled the horse to a halt a few paces away, the silence between them stretching long and cold. Then they spoke. "You have broken the first chain." The voice was neither harsh nor gentle, neither man nor woman. It simply was. "And now, the Hollow Crown stirs."

Lisa asked Nela after a few minutes of looking round. “They’ll be brought round when each Jouster needs them. It keeps the arena clearer and means there’s less horse poo everywhere.” She replied and lisa nodded. The first rider was up, his horse was a huge black stallion with what looked like armoured plating and he clambered on before taking his lance which was brightly coloured in orange and yellow stripes which matched the feathers coming out of the top of his helmet. His opponent approached from the other end of the field on a similarly armoured horse.

“What would that be, Rider? You misplace your dignity again?” Rider chuckled and ignored the insult. “No, I’ve misplaced a wench, one I bought fair and square, and I’d like to have her back.” “A wench?” August repeated, seeing Beaux’s mouth fall open at the word. “What? Are we trapped in the Middle Ages, Rider? I assure you, I don’t have your wench.” “Oh, I think you have her,” Rider said. “And I assure you--I’m going to get her back. One way or another.”

The slim and fragile Crown Prince of Alemia stood up, his golden shiny hairs is just one of his unique feature, though he might look like he was a flimsy boy, but this man is quite capable, after all he was a Tier 3 Knight at the age of 20, a feat that not many normal people can do. “Greetings Your Excellency..and fellows noble…I Prince Amariss Amelia Romella…representing Alemia Nation, answered the call to arms, by the First World Alliance!…Although Hallerus Kingdom is Alemia enemy at one point…I hope with this initiative…everything can change for the better….my 5 000 Mastodon Riders are ready to stomp anything that stood in our way…”. (Crown Prince Amariss Amelia Romella )

The lead rider did not blink. Maybe he could not. “Blood called what mouth refused.” Great. Even my blood was making decisions without consulting me. I looked at the kneeling line, the dead horses, the swords lowered toward the snow, the blue-white eyes waiting for my answer. “I am getting very tired of things speaking for my blood.” The rider’s expression did not change. Behind me, Ben muttered, “That is fair.” The rider slowly bowed his head. “I am Kaeron, last captain of the Queen’s Guard, sworn beneath the silver moon to Queen Amara and the old vow.”