Fgo Riders Novels & Stories

With them and my sister, no one can defeat the trio unbeatable but I wish they weren't that over-protective of us. I remembered that one time, Faine and I went to a nightclub with a couple of friends just to have fun, we were dancing on the platform where many people joined us and had fun like us. Yelling and singing like idiots, also alcohols but who snitched on us and told our siblings that we were at a nightclub? I'm still searching for the guilty because of them we were dragged out by two fucking big ass warriors. It's been 5 years since we didn't see them, they are the knights of the Rosla. Akito is the Captain of White Knights, he's like the second commander of the army and Kai is the

“She knows Caleb – his habits, his crew, his safehouses, the low-level scum he ran with. She knows how they operated. I’ll get it outta her. Every last fucking detail. Then we take the fight to their doorstep. Hammer nodded slowly, He understood the blood price. Jax’s eyes swept the room again, cold and challenging, daring anyone to make a sound, to question his command. “Gear up. Weapons check. Bikes tuned. We ride at dawn. This is war. And we don’t stop until every last one of them is buried.” The Blackfangs scattered, their heavy boots thudding across the concrete floor. They were a machine, well-oiled and deadly, and he was their operator.

Their breath fogged faintly in the cold air, hooves shifting softly against stone. Lyra stood among them. Beside her were Ira and Ronan, and seven warriors chosen not for rank or reputation, but for what they did not bring… no noise, no hesitation, no need for glory. Men and women shaped by discipline, trained to move unseen and strike without leaving echoes behind. They were dressed in black from throat to boot. No polished metal. Nothing to catch moonlight or memory. Dark scarves rested around their heads, loose for now… waiting. No words were spoken as each rider mounted. The silence was intentional, heavy with what lay ahead. Only the soft creak of leather and the steady breathing of hor

"Then, don't contact her for now. I'm swamped and can't deal with the Foxhall royal family at the moment. Let's postpone it. After all, there's still some time before the Martial Arts Tournament of the eight major royal families." Gideon had previously agreed to support the Foxhall royal family and participate in the Martial Arts Tournament of the eight major royal families—a matter he hadn't forgotten. Calculating the time. It wasn't too far off, and there was still adequate time. "Let's go!" The group consisted of three individuals—Gideon, Umbra, and Lysander. Lysander, the pilot, pushed the aircraft to its maximum speed as they made their way toward the border of Dasovia's northern wilder

Nyra patted the neck of her mount, Ashwing; a coal‑black mare with flecks of silver in her coat. Kaelan vaulted up first. “I will scout ahead and send word by raven.” He swung into the saddle, and with a nod, spurred Ashwing across the courtyard. Dust kicked up in his wake. Selene mounted her mount, Nightfall, and Ryker mounted Stormbreaker, his warhorse. Nyra settled into Ashwing’s saddle. The five riders set out through the northern gates, banners snapping in the evening breeze. The road wound through ancient oaks whose branches arched overhead. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the moss‑covered path. Crickets chirped, and an owl called from the canopy.

Renn brought the first confirmation of it in a practical sense, arriving back from a morning ride through the eastern corridor with a report that two of the six riders who had pursued Aurora and Lyra to the Citadel had been camped in the pale trees less than a mile out. Not threatening. Not organizing. Camped, in the way that people who have just lost the structure that organized their lives camp — without particular direction, taking stock. He had spoken to them. "They want to know what happens to them," he said, back in the great hall with everyone gathered. "The riders weren't all Cael's people. Most of them were order-affiliated — they

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“Will you travel with me to Apharothia and fight with me at the Gairoshi?” Carysse almost coughed the tea out of her body. She had not expected that. “Y-you are participating?” Chaos flashed her an irritated look as if offended by her question. “Should I not?” “That’s not what I meant. This Gairoshi–what’s in it for you?” He gave her a long look before answering. “As Elder Shimar had said, the sole winner of the Gairoshi will be the next king. And when you’re king, you can do whatever you want.”

“And if it happens to be the king and his warriors?” I swallowed hard, an invisible lump already forming in my throat. “Then, I won’t waste time slaughtering whoever dared touch him.” In no time, the riders continued drawing closer, the scent of blood filling the air. I could hear the sound of the hooves, the growl coming from the wolves. Then, suddenly, one of the riders raised a flag. It was the Silverfang crest. Relief hit me the moment I saw the flag. “It's them,” I said, running off to meet them halfway.