Cyber Motorcycle Novels & Stories

another voice yelled, the sound of heavy duty air brakes hissing violently as a massive row of steel frames rounded the corner. The rumbling turned into a deafening, mechanical roar as a massive convoy of heavy, custom built motorcycles tore through the dark, their massive tires throwing up ten foot walls of spray. The blinding, high intensity halogen headlights flooded the entire highway, pinning Valerie's broken, unmoving form directly in their white hot glare as the lead bikes began to fish tail, sliding sideways across the wet asphalt straight toward her.

He already had a racing bike, but he wanted to get one that could go on road and off road for gravel roads and trails. "I found the perfect early birthday present for you," Emily announced. "The Ventana Nemesis." Byron was in the middle of working something out on his computer, so he didn't look up right away. When he did, the motorcycle of his dreams was staring him in the face from the glossy catalog. "It's 400 CC engine will take you anywhere across the most rugged terrain," Emily continued, "And maybe I'll get one for myself too... a smaller one, like this Ventana Minion."

Emmett swallowed hard and scratched his head, as he hadn’t raced in a while, but for Eli, he would do it. “So, where is he?” Eli asked, but they were interrupted by the sound of a motorcycle engine, and Eli knew exactly what kind of motorcycle made that sound. “Damn. One of my favorite expensive motorbikes. BMW HP4,” Eli muttered, then pushed the people blocking his way to see who wanted to challenge Emmett. He frowned when he saw one of the most expensive motorcycles in the Philippines and squinted to identify who Emmett’s opponent would be, but he couldn’t recognize him.

All of a sudden, with a rumble, it zoomed past the motorcycle, leaving it far behind. Yet the Yamaha R6 was a good racing motorcycle. The Spyker finally could not get rid of it. The two vehicles competed fiercely. Alfred flexibly steered the car in the traffic on a sigmoid route, rushing and dodging. Catelyn saw that the motorcycle behind them was chasing the Spyker and dodging the traffic. She got extremely nervous. She seemed ... to have accidentally stirred up trouble. "Alfred, I think that Yamaha can't catch up with you. Why don't you drive a little slower? I'm getting a little sick."

Jordan was the one who insisted on meddling, making Fiona lose her chance to fight and even scolded her right now? Fiona got energized and ready to test her skills. She waved her fists excitedly and said, "Come on, let's see how you're going to challenge me!" Just as Jordan was about to make a move, he heard the noisy sounds of motorcycles coming from outside. The sound of the motorcycles grew louder, and soon a group of more than a dozen riders on motorcycles came into view, driving toward everyone. Each of these individuals was riding a high-performance motorcycle, with the leading bike being a particularly expensive BMW S series worth more than 100,000.

He tries guessing, making me shrug in response. “I wouldn’t say a vehicle, but a motorcycle would do.” He laughs at my response as we walk into the room, the lights flicking on. I already know what motorcycle I want to take; I had seen it the first time Sky brought me into here. Sky follows behind me, keeping a few steps back until we come to a stop in front of a teal Harley Davidson FLTRXST Road Glide ST made just over two hundred years ago in the year two-thousand and twenty-three. I look to Sky with a grin, wanting so badly to get on the motorcycle and ride away.

We looked at the pack land together in the early morning, and I thought about the highway in the dark and the bond reaching toward something it couldn't reach yet, and I thought about what it meant to be the thing it was reaching toward without knowing it. "I want to ask you something," I said. "Okay." "The riding." I paused. "The motorcycle. You've been doing it your whole life. What is it about it." He thought about this for a moment. "It's the only thing where the speed is inside the experience rather than outside it," he said. "In a car you're watching the speed. On a bike you're in it. Your body is part of the physics." He paused. "During the feral years it was the only time the noise i

One year ago… I shouldn’t be here… My eyes narrowed on his tattooed knuckles as his grip tightened over the motorbike handlebars. And not just any motorbike. It was a freaking Ducati Panigale V4 R. I didn’t know what made my body burn hotter. The beauty of the metal gleaming beneath the lights or the beast of a man sitting on it. Holy shit. I was standing inches from Darius Monroe–aka the Savage–in the blazing hot, over six-foot tall, golden, muscular flesh!

On the frontage road running parallel to the highway. A motorcycle. A black Harley, running without lights. It jumps the median. The bike goes airborne, clearing the grass divider. It lands on the highway with a bone-jarring thud, sparks flying from the kickstand. The rider doesn't wobble. He doesn't slow down. He leans into the throttle, the bike screaming like a banshee. Drakon.

Someone took wire cutters to everything that could possibly be destroyed, just like I did to Kian’s Harley back in Oscura. “Fucking asshole,” I mutter, kicking the bike’s back tire. I’d bet every fucking penny I own that Kian was the one who did this. As if mutilating my soul to remove the mate bond wasn’t enough, he had to cut me another way. It’s the off-season, so the town is fairly quiet. I find a rental place that specializes in motor sports—mainly snowmobiles and dirt bikes meant for dicking around in the mountains. Lucky for me, they’ve also got a few motorcycles. I don’t go inside. I just walk by the facade of the store to check the closing time, and then continue down the street.