Cyber Motorcycle Novels & Stories

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!

The metallic glint of chrome under the sun. Motorcycles. Two men in black vests leaned against a Harley, smoking. I recognized the patch immediately — Vipers MC. My pulse picked up. Hellfire’s biggest rivals. And suddenly, an idea sparked — dark, dangerous, thrilling. I crossed the street. One of the bikers lifted his gaze, eyes narrowing as I approached. “Well, well... look what the wind dragged in,” he said, smirking. “You lost, sweetheart?” “I’m looking for a place to rent,” I replied smoothly. “But maybe you can help me with something better.”

Two cruisers and one police motorcycle have stopped, their sirens turned off but their lights flashing blue and red. A total of four policemen are walking towards Nate, who’s standing next to the Ninja with his helmet off. A small crowd has been gathering around the scene and people are whipping out smartphones and recording. Some younger bystanders recognize Nate and are calling out “Cyber! Cyber!” hoping he’ll turn or wave.

[Fingerprint recognition successful. Zeke was rooted to the spot, looking at the motorcycle that had been fired up as the front of the machine rose, the handlebars popped out, the saddle emerged, and the wheels split into compound wheels. The machine seemed to come alive, as a white streamers-like glow enveloped the body as if an angry lion woke up in the sunlight. It felt violent and cool but also difficult to control. "This bike can reach a top speed of two hundred miles per hour. Do you really want to try it?" Nicole asked as she looked at Zeke's stunned expression.

After days of thinking, Dominic finally found a way to earn money. He bought a secondhand motorcycle and said he would drive passengers between town and the village. “Honey, I can still make money,” he said, forcing a smile. “People always need rides. I’ll drive slowly and carefully.” The motorcycle had been modified before we bought it. The seat was much longer than usual, welded awkwardly to the frame. It looked unstable, especially on the winding mountain road that led back to our village. I frowned when I saw it. “Is this safe?” I asked. “Your leg hasn’t healed properly. What if something happens?”

"Tagging? With what?" "Microscopic RFID tracers," Sam explained, her voice tight with urgency. "The tech is bleeding-edge. The moment a high-performance motorcycle exceeds eighty miles per hour within a five-mile radius of a WEG-owned property, the overhead sensors hit it with a tracker the size of a dust mote. It’s designed to stick to carbon fiber and aluminum. It pings the bike's location the second the engine stops. Katia, he’s hunting something or someone, it's obvious. He’s trying to map every bike in the city that matches the specs of the one that humiliated his security team in Manhattan."

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

He held his breath as the image of Alex on her Ducati Monster-S2R motorbike, with the shield of her helmet still up, imprinted on his mind. That woman suddenly became much more interesting.

She whirled back around and considered pressing even harder on the throttle, taking her safety into her hands and challenging her bike to a game of Frogger, but she knew how much this motorcycle originally cost and how hard it was to get parts for now that the government had banned almost every vehicle LIGHTS had ever relied on, so she did the only smart thing she could and slowed down. Traffic did not cooperate, and by the time Jo darted across the makeshift intersection, woven through what used to be the median, the SUV was close enough that she could smell the exhaust. A flicker of something came over her IAC, but she couldn't catch it and imagined it was just her annoying older brother m

Caleb replied. Then he hit the brake and twisted the handlebar, making the motorbike screech and turn sharply on its side. Caitlin gripped on for dear life. When the bike righted itself again, she looked up and saw that they were back facing the way they had come. Caleb was trying to outsmart the Immortalists.