Dark Rider Novels & Stories

The usual businessman/shark… Superbly clever, insidiously calculating, and terrifyingly dangerous. Fear might’ve protected her, but Lara hadn’t learned to fear him until it was far too late. But she was scared now, scared enough to please even the most merciless sadist. Not scared for herself... but for her father. Lara came to a halt in front of the door and briefly closed her eyes. “Crawl,” she whispered to herself. “That’s what he wants. And if he gets what he wants, maybe destroying Dad would seem less appealing.” Lara knocked and braced herself. It was opened almost immediately by a young man.

I said sleepily. He was right, I felt weak and slightly sick that my eye lid started to get heavy. At once I felt a strange cold breeze blow past that made me shiver and open my already closed eyes a little bit. I caught sight of a pale looking slim man wearing a blue tight fitted tee shirt over black leather jeans and brown jacket to my right. He was standing far far away from the group so he was obviously not a part of us, he was looking down all along but as he lifted his head, I saw a his eyes turn deep red before he disappeared completely leaving me shivering against Lucas's body.

"We have maybe fifteen minutes before the bikes freeze solid!" "Then we make it a ten-minute ride," a new voice roared over the comms. Dax. He came flying over the opposite lip of the crater, his Interceptor airborne, bathed in the blue fire of his Phase-Drive. He didn't land on the glass. He landed directly on the back of one of the descending Null-Stalkers. The impact of the heavy, phased motorcycle shattered the entity’s anti-matter spine. The Stalker dissolved into pixels beneath his tires. Dax hit the crater floor spinning, his rear wheel kicking up a storm of vitrified glass as he drew his combat knife.

''And you, sir, are too fully dressed for someone who just woke up at two thirty in the morning. Ryder repelled the incoming light beam with a clap of both his hands. He dived to his side as two balls of fire collided and exploded. The electric door was destroyed and it reached the power of the building, cutting off its power. The fourteen men and women helped each other up and rushed inside the dark building, pointing guns and swords in all directions. ''Find him!'' The big man snarled. Ryder knew who was his target. From the shadows, he concentrated energy in his fingers, levitating his dagger in the air. He willed it to go in the direction of the boss and it obeyed. His blade flew and fou

A black shape drifts around the corner of the alley, tires screeching on the wet pavement. The bike is massive. A beast of matte black steel. The rider doesn't slow down. He accelerates toward the Reapers blocking the exit. They scramble, diving off their bikes as the black Harley plows through them. Metal screeches against metal. Sparks shower the alley like fireworks. The rider skids to a halt ten feet from me. He plants a boot on the ground, stabilizing the bike. Drakon. He’s not wearing a helmet. His dark hair is plastered to his skull. His face is a mask of pure, concentrated violence.

If the entire council is dead, that means they all must have died here. “Wait, you said Ryker showed up. What the fuck was he doing on this side of DC?” I ask when he kills the ignition and he shakes his head. “That’s another fucking thing on its own. Apparently, he’s not an actual werewolf, but something called the Pale Rider-” “What the fuck?!” I exclaim, scoffing in disbelief at what he’s just said, and I pull him back by the shoulder. “Are you serious? The Pale Rider?”

Rain began to fall as we walked, our path illuminated by flashes of lightning. “We need a clinic, maybe a hospital,” I urged. “No,” he said firmly. “Hospitals are too dangerous right now.” The woman driving the truck that had stopped for us noticed Ethan’s tattoo and whispered, “Don Salvador?” Their eyes met, and without another word, she raised her wrist, revealing the same mark. Ethan nodded. “She’s on our side,” he said quietly. ♣️ ETHAN ♣️ “Not you too,” I said, amusement in my voice as Marlene tried to hide her worry.

He was raven haired, had piecing black eyes and was dressed in all black. Normally, seeing someone dressed in all black would give me chills especially because I had a bad history with black. This time, I didn't hear my blood roaring in my ears. The guy looked desperate. Not desperately in need of money, but answers. His dark eyes held secrets, unsolved mysteries and something darker. Something dangerously attractive. Like fire. "What do you want?" "I.. I'm in search of someone but I've got no leads on them. Can you help me?" first rule a girl learns is that,

A domino effect of sporadic explosion could be seen far ahead, clearing out the first screen of attackers at the eastern part of the attacking theatre. Tarantino wondered what was his Gemminite counterpart waiting for. He turned at him but immediately regretted it when their cruel weaponry opened fire abruptly and released streaks of lightning across. He watched in awe and horror as the projectiles found their targets. The Dusk Riders literally illuminated, revealing their skeletons before bursting apart alongside their motorcycles in grey goo. He wondered how it happened but he never want to know.

He practically jumped out of his seat as I made to smack him again. My sister walked up to me cautiously. She put a hand on my bicep and gave me a warning look. I rolled up the shirt sleeve of my right arm and I saw blue scales crawling up my arm, my dragon was close to the surface. I took a deep breath to steady myself and the scales retreated. "You need to calm down, Ash," my sister said, "Now tell me about this girl Ryder is talking about." I put my hands in the pocket of my pants and took another deep breath. I told her everything, from when I laid eyes on the stunning lady to questioning Wade on everything about her.