Fgo Riders Novels & Stories

Yo nodded and climbed up the stairs to his floor. "Someone Special. Noah Gabriel". He murmured before entering his room. *************** It was the D Day. The contestants were excited and nervous. The whole Engineering Faculty was in the hall to support Ming, the moon. They had prepared bouquets of red roses to make sure he won. Wayo was participating too. But he had already informed Noah that he doesn't want to win any title. So focus on their moon. But he knew Noah would have prepared something for him. Ming was excellent in Muay Thai. His skills were no joke. Noah could clearly see the voting lines going up for Ming. And he couldn't be more proud of his junior.

They rode solo. All four of them; Ryder, Lyra, Iris and Xanth, having left a few of their soldiers in Rocheveron and a number sent back to Astaroth to get more troops. Ryder had the intent of keeping Rocheveron under the control of his army until he had the time to deal with them on his own and he intended on dealing with them. All throughout the ride, he could not take his mind off the things that had happened and he rode steadily beside Lyra, constantly keeping his eyes on her.

"Did you see? We get to sit in the special section and there's free food and everything!" "I see that," Kyra said, forcing a smile. "That was very nice of... him." "His name is Ryker," Kade said. "And he said I should call him that until I'm ready to call him something else." The implication made Kyra's chest tight. "Kade, we need to talk about—" "The race is starting!" Kade interrupted, pointing at the track where motorcycles were lining up. "There he is, number seven, that's Ryker's bike!"

The Riders were armored primitively, but Keron had been in enough encounters to know that their protection was strong enough to withstand direct hits. The feet of the Riders were shodded in black boots with protruding spikes on the toe area. Above was their silver shin guards riveted in red bolts. Above were their thigh guards that looked like large skirts at first glance, followed by their utility belts where a pair of pistols are holstered, then the cuirass which were comprised of hexagonal iron-forged plates. They wore no arm guards, only pairs of leather gloves simply covered their hands and on their heads were pointed straw hats that fully obscured their features. Within, their eyes glo

Together, they made up a group of riders! “Headless?” Zephyr frowned as he noticed the riders atop these skeletal horses. The armored riders seemed normal enough, save for their lack of a head. None of them had their heads. As he looked closer, there were about ten or so riders, each carrying a potent air with them, crushing Zephyr somewhat from their presence. “Based on their signature, it would seem each of them was an Agile of level four. They were different from the blizzard vampires before, on battle power at least… Each of them seems to be on par with the Ice King!”

Through the grimy windows, I could see at least fifteen motorcycles, their riders wearing crimson and black patches that made my wolf recoil instinctively. Crimson Howlers. "Mama?" Eli looked up from the wrench he'd been pretending to use on an old carburetor. "Those bikes sound angry." He wasn't wrong. Everything about the new arrivals screamed aggression, from the way they'd arranged themselves in attack formation to the casual way their hands rested near concealed weapons. This wasn't a social visit. "Stay here," I told Eli, guiding him toward the back of the garage where an old tool cabinet would provide cover. "No matter what happens, you stay hidden until I come get you, okay?"

In the mist of their discussion three figures, vested in leaf-green salamander wool cloak approaches on horses, one of which reigned a spare horse. “Please tell me those are friendlies and not bandits.” With a chuckle Mira points at the riders, “Those are my team-mates El” “Team-mates? What am I missing here?” “You’ll know soon enough. The black rider is Lukas." Mira began with the rider by the left, he was brute, having black curly hair and an innocent look. "The next is Jake." A slim fair lad, the youngest of the riders, he was the one holding the spare horse. "The fair beauty is Karin." Mira smiled at the dazzling blonde that kept Elroy staring.

I stroked his snout, trying to steady my racing heart. “Just remember the choreography, old friend,” I murmured. “No improvising today, alright? We need to be perfect.” “I find your lack of faith… predictable,” Vermithor’s voice rumbled deep inside my mind, a warm, amused sound. “We are always perfect, little rider.” A booming voice over the loudspeakers announced the start of the Dragon Rider Exhibition, listing the names of the four pairs participating: Freya and Ignis, Ryan and Pyre, Dylan and Glaze, and…

“Let him land.” Alessia swallowed hard. “Why?” Ianthe stepped closer, eyes gleaming like a starless sky. “Because you must see the man you’re meant to defeat.” The air shook as the Night Riders landed in perfect formation. The lead rider dismounted, a man who is tall, dark-haired, and moon-pale, with eyes glowing faintly violet. A long coat of black feathers and silver threads draped from his shoulders. A thin silver crown sat across his brow. He removed his mask—and his gaze locked onto Alessia immediately.

Fergal had joined the group, settling comfortably with a firm grip on Niamh's shoulder. She soon fell into the rhythm of the ride, and it was just at this time they crossed a narrow river and rode up a hill. As they crested the top, Niamh had to rein her horse in sharply to avoid a rider coming the other way. "Ho there!" yelled Horsemaster Taron riding to block the rider from riding away. The rider turned, muddy and tired, to look at the Queen. "Queen Niamh…," he panted. Ithril greeted the rider, "This is one of General Aengus' riders."