Cyber Motorcycle Novels & Stories

"Damian, I need the 'Crossover' interceptor. Now!" The Logic-Gate of the Chase The chase through the narrow, winding streets of Ocracoke was a "Labyrinth" of near-misses. Ethan drove a "Recycled" black motorcycle, leaning into the curves with a "Ruthless" disregard for his own "Functional" safety. He wasn't a "Millionaire in Disguise" anymore; he was the "Furious Youth" who had survived the subways, fueled by a "Possessive" need to reclaim what was his.

Cyrus could only mindlink with me, so he couldn’t really ask Riker in his wolf form. “Just grab ahold of his fur and hang on.” I mindlinked him, as I started the engine. I had little experience with motorcycles, but how hard could it be? If humans could do it, I sure could too. When we reached the finish line both Cyrus and I were laughing loudly. “That was fucking crazy. Fuck, that was something else. Really fucking cool, thanks Riker.” Cyrus said as he scratched Riker behind his ear. “That bike of yours is pretty cool too Cyrus.” I replied. I had never experienced something like that. It almost fell like running as a wolf, but a lot louder.

"This is Addie. My best friend and sister-in-law." "Nice to meet you." Talia replied. "Yeah, same here. Paris is right, the guys are going to freak!" Addie replied. Viper, Cage, Steel, Bishop, Joker, Diego, and a couple other brothers pulled into the parking lot of the club. They parked their bikes and got off. Totally shocked at the motorcycle parked there. No one recognized it. The only thing they could tell was it was a woman's bike. It was a Harley, and it was black and dark purple with chrome. They hadn't seen anything like it. It was obviously a custom job and no doubt a very expensive one. A few of the guys whistled.

How I would love to wip that smirk on his face! "Just kiddin Darling. Don't be too flustered. All you have to do is to ride Maverick." Oh, that's sinple. I'm used in wild drive----"Backwards." I look at her with horror. W--wait...backwards? The crowd is always wild. But now wilder than earlier. Now that I'm looking at five motorcycles, I felt a worms in my tummy. Gosh! I'm nervous as freak! I know one brand of it. Yamaha M1 motoGP ...that's pretty for a bad boy.

– Ben replied in my place. - And then, disqualified? He winked, smiling. - I will go. But first you ride with me on the bike. - I? On the motorcycle? He looked seriously. – I have never ridden a motorcycle. - Like this? See what a coincidence... And I've never ridden in a Maserati. How about we try both today? - Is that safe? - he asked.

I might as well label myself as crazy too. I'm really sitting on Cedric's red motorcycle. He drives it carefully, rarely overtaking other cars or motorcycles, waiting for vehicles in front to turn if there's a speed bump or pothole, he doesn't press the brakes too hard. Occasionally, he asks how I am behind him.

Jake removed the sheet covering it and carefully pushed it out. This motorcycle fulfilled an old dream of his. As a teenager, he went to a motocross event with his friends and became fascinated by these metal monsters. He saved up his courage and his money for a long time, until finally, at the legal age, he bought this beauty. It was a Ducati cross-country motorcycle. Powerful and not meant to be ridden on the streets for pleasure, Jake would sometimes put on his helmet and head out of town, just to ride on sandy and dangerous tracks. There were plenty of them around the city, as the locals used to organise fun tours for tourists who wanted to ride ATVs.

He announced and Suddenly loud beating drums rang out as the huge gate that was opposite where we were standing began opening with a creaking sound. Our gaze darted to the gate and there, we saw two handsome motorcycles. The motorcycle on the left had the designs of a cheetah and I believe it belonged to Ace while the one on the right had a dripping blood design on motorcycle's body and I also guesses that it might be the bike he kept for me but I didn't like either of them. No motorcycle could ever beat my Wolf Bike. He was the best out of a million bikes. Plus I couldn't trust Ace. He might have tampered with the engines of the motorcycle or given me a low powered bike that wouldn't give m

He’s holding a folder with papers inside. “Ethan races motorcycles illegally,” he says. “He’s part of a gang that calls themselves ‘The Silver Bullets’. He’s never lost a race, but some anonymous forums suggest that he uses unsavory tactics to win, such as ramming his opponents. I’m not sure what exactly you can do with that, but here.” Kayne hands me the folder. I open the folder and smile at the information inside. “I think it’s time to dust off my motorcycle,” I say with a dark sneer.

"You scared me." "Sorry. Thought you heard me come in." I turned back to the bike. "Is this yours?" "No. It's yours." I froze. "What?" Ryker walked closer. "We had it made for you. Custom build. Lighter frame for your size. More responsive handling. Top speed of one-forty." I stared at him. "You built me a motorcycle?" "We built you a motorcycle," he corrected. "Ronald and I. Well, we paid the mechanic to build it. But we designed it."