Dark Rider Novels & Stories

Xander opened his window and looked into the eye scanner, which automatically opened the gate. The car drove into the house, stopping to scan his eyes from time to time until they reached the underground parking lot. He walked towards the house, and the moment he opened the front door, a heavy figure jumped on him. His zealous instinct as an elder brother automatically showed as he spans the girl in his arms around. Jasmine dissolved into a burst of uncontrollable laughter.

They'd all been waiting for me to find out, like it was some sick entertainment. My hands shook as I dug through my purse for my keys, but then I stopped. My car was parked out back, but sitting right in front of the clubhouse, gleaming under the neon lights, was Darius's pride and joy. The Blackfang. A custom-built Harley that he'd spent months perfecting. Midnight black with silver detailing, it was as beautiful and dangerous as its owner. Was. My wolf whispered in my head, urgent and desperate: “Run. Take it and run.”

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.

"There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again." Lucas stared at me in stunned silence. Pain and regret welled in his eyes as a faint glint of tears formed in the corners. But in the end, he said nothing. I quietly closed the box. Then, I turned and walked away. … After returning to our home country, Lucas was convicted of intentional assault and sentenced. All the stars he had once named were revoked from official records, except one. It was the star he named "LAW" the year he proposed.

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

The engine sputtered to life. The motorcycles drove past me. One man threw a Molotov, which broke spattering fire across the lawn. I could see the fire in my review mirror as I revved the engine to keep it from stalling when I shifted into drive. Mr. Kline waved his hands forward. His black magic trickled out from him towards their bikes. The auras of the riders in multiple colors started to darken. One of them pushed out an orange shield, blocking the path.

Dark. "Come on Claus, cover me…" I say to my best friend and right-hand man. Before I go out behind the car and shoot the motherfuckers who decided to come attack me. "Just do the Dark shots," he replies, looking at me with annoyance. He smiled when he noticed how much it overwhelms him to have to shoot, he's not that good with weapons, at least not like the rest or Max. I look over my shoulder through the window of the armored van in which we came to have a clearer idea of ​​the location of the men attacking us.

I'm not in your room. Oh no. He could see me. Me: Tell me where you are! Stalker: You want to see me that bad? Well, Sunshine, your wish is my command. Just look out the window. I parted the blinds for the second time tonight. But this time I dreaded it more than the first.

“Were the specifics of the circle cast mentioned?” “Not that I know of,” Evander answers. “The Light of the Moon Circle,” Kristy suggests. “Say that’s what you cast. It’s fast and strong and could kill vampires.” She turns to me, eyes wide. “Which unfortunately happened.” “You’re faking my death now?” Lucas comes in through the back door, and Evander looks him up and down.