Dark Rider Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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.

he keeps talking, speaking about being a homophobic jerk. I took a sip of my coffee but it didn’t taste the same, it wasn’t even good to begin with, I placed the cup on the table, placed some money on the table and left the café angry, my mood is as sour as always, and they doubt if I have a soul. I clearly have one, a dark one, one that’s filled with darkness and pain, with no one to be there for me, to bring light to my darkness.

He looks small against the backdrop of the dark, empty road. Ryder pulls up beside the disabled vehicle, the engine of his bike idling with a low, predatory growl. He kills the ignition, the sudden silence ringing louder than the rain. Adrian whips around, his eyes wide. He takes a sharp step back, retreating toward the safety of his car door. His hand clenches around his phone, knuckles white. He’s trembling, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He can’t see the face behind the dark helmet; he only sees a leather-clad figure stopping in the middle of nowhere. He thinks it’s a thief. A mugger. Something worse.

Noah. When I got to the racing arena, it was crowded and most of them were on their feets cheering on the racers. I saw my name on the billboard, my match was in five minutes with Ryder. Parking my car beside Ryder's I glanced to my side before stepping out. Ryder was sitting on his black McLaren 720S with a cigarette between his lips, his hands were on the butt of a skinny girl with big boobs. Ryder was a teenager like me, he was a spoiled rich kid that raced for fun. But while other rich kids were weak and avoided trouble. Ryder was the complete opposite, his father was a Drug Lord, a friend of Drew's. He got into deeper shits than Drew did and oftentimes Ryder joined him.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

"And the third in line is Mikhail who is very cunning, you can call him the brain of the Delgado system... He knows how to manipulate any situation in his favour and he is very powerful... I prefer to stay away from him because you never know when he will use you for his benefits which might turn out disaster for you... He gives me really negative vibes, sometimes I feel that I don't even know him... Now he has a girl and she is___" She sighed. "She is?" Mira frowned. "She is not well... I mean she is terrified of Mikhail and comes out of her room with a new injury every time..." She huffed. "Mikhail is brutal!" Mira scowled hatefully. "And now the Satan himself, Rafael Delgado! The Spanish

Kimber stood by, watching the ensuing chaos in horror. “Dragon, I'll get you, all of you,” he screamed, as Nick and Adam held him down.But Madchen paid no attention, as she watched Drago turn a shade of blue, and foam at the mouth. “Drago!” She dropped to her knees, shaking him by the shoulders, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he stared up at the lights, seeming catatonic. His green eyes faded to a deep black, rolling to the back of his head.

King Ekmond touched the lad’s hands then touched his head, “Rise my son.” The young man combed his hair backwards with his hand then straightens up. “How’s your expenditure going Dylan?” King Ekmond asked with an expecting gaze. “Well Father,” Dylan assured, clasping his hands behind his back. “I have great news.” “Go on.” “I’ve gone up North and now I have found the dark systems conjuring darkness in the world.” “Then the voice of God has taken you on the right path.” “He never fails Father. My quest led me to know the Leader of the Drokan Empire Dorak Herra, a so-called leader of the Purifiers Creed, King Eric Levia and the evilest of them all, Ethan Roy the Dark Lord.”

Chris pursed his lips as he asked, “How’s the review of surveillance videos coming along?” “Boss, I cannot steal Web Rider’s thunder, or he will skin me alive.” Night Rider scratched the back of his head. “Right you are...” Web rider walked in flamboyantly as if on cue. His appearance was a contradiction to all the other shadow guards. He had a strip of hair through the midline about 5cms wide and 3cms long that was dyed green, like a parrot’s tuft while the rest of his head was shaved clean. His clothing was just as ridiculous. He wore a bright magenta leather jacket and pants.

Skylar The past couple of days passed by like a blur. Vetino was taken prisoner not even an hour after the meeting from his mansion by the Lawkers own soldiers. Would I be a bad person to say that I didn’t pity his life one bit? If so, then I must be one because I didn’t even pity the hybrid that made me go through hell when I saw him lying dead on the ground with his own body parts completely messed up.