Fgo Riders Novels & Stories

"He's been waiting for this, watching from the ridges, letting us do the hard work." "Now he wants to collect." The riders emerged from the tree line as the sun cleared the horizon. They moved in perfect formation, their horses fresh, their banners bright against the grey sky. At their head rode four figures I recognized ... .Lyra of Silverpeak, stern and silent, Gideon of Ironwood, smiling like a wolf who'd found an injured deer, and two others I didn't know, elders from Stonecrest and Frostpine. They stopped at the compound gate. Waiting.

We ended up being friends and he is a very good friend of mine". "If things turn bad here at Fang city, contact him, and go join him at Holandis, he is part of a team that fights werewolves and vampires but he doesn't have to know who you are, he doesn't know am a vampire either, from him, learn to fight and defend yourself, live to fight another day son," Raymond said. "Excuse me, your Majesty, Fedrick said as he walked, "yes, Fedrick?" "The new soldier recruits are ready they are waiting for you to address them," Fedrick said. "I will join you shortly" Raymond replied and dismissed Fedrick.

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.

But then, a new signal appeared on the fleet’s own comms a signal that wasn't coming from us. From the shadows of the Under-Net below, thousands of lights began to rise. They weren't Aegis drones or Pretorians. They were the riders. Every nomadic chapter, every data-courier, and every Glitch-Born we had freed during the reboot was mounting their bikes. The roar of a thousand different engines began to vibrate through the fleet’s hulls, a low-frequency protest that shook the very foundations of the High-Band. "You can take us," Dax said, looking up at the cruisers. "But you can't take the road. Every rider in the network is currently synchronized to Mia's frequency. You delete her, you delete

One actually sucked in a sharp breath like he’d been punched in the chest. “What the hell…” someone whispered. A low growl rippled through the hall. Ryder’s grip tightened. “Eyes on me.” He dragged Eyrix forward, boots echoing on the metal floor, stopping in the center of the massive space. The Riders formed a loose half-circle around them, eyes glowing, wolves prowling beneath their skin. “This is Eyrix,” Ryder announced. “My Omega.” A stunned murmur rolled through the Riders. “My,” Ryder repeated, daring anyone to object. “Property of Blackfang.”

Liam shook his head a little and replied, "It's not your fault. I know what you're concerned about. Since she has the guts to attack my wife and daughter, then he should be prepared to pay the price. Send an order immediately and have thirty thousand Stormwing Riders head to the suburbs of Athenaplis to be on standby!" Calum's eyes widened upon hearing that. He started to pant and looked solemn. He could not believe Liam mobilized the Stormwing Riders, the troop in Pendragon War Zone that was more powerful than The Tiikeri! The Pendragon War Zone had four different troops—The Igrargon, the Stormwing Riders, The Tiikeri, and the Pendragon Riders. These four major troops were the most famous.

The guards didn’t react fast enough. The second assassin pulled a blade—poisoned, I could smell it. I kicked, fought, did everything I could to stay on my feet. I wasn’t trained for this. My wolf howled inside me, but still refused to rise. Then someone tackled the assassin from behind. A warrior I didn’t recognize—possibly from a neutral pack. He fought them off, but the message was clear. They wanted me dead. “Enough!” Ryu’s roar shook the arena. His eyes were wild, glowing with rage.

Shane grinned examining the grape on the top of my head as if he just completed a work of art, dusting his hands in the process. “Get out of my way,” Asia yelled, pushing her way through the crowd with Lana following closely. After assessing the damage done when they got to me, Lana brought out a face towel and began wiping the stains off my shirt “Awww, if it isn’t the damsel in distress and her shining amours to the rescue,” Candi cooed. “That’s enough Candi,” Noah scolded, earning a scowl from her

"Deal. But understand this, Ghost Rider—if you double-cross me, if this is some elaborate trap, I will make sure you suffer before you die. Both of you." "Noted." We shook on it, and just like that, an unholy alliance was formed.

I gasped through the pain. "I'm updating the insurance," Rider growled. "Now, no matter where you go, everyone will know exactly who you've been sleeping with." But as the glow faded, a look of pure shock crossed Rider’s face. He stared at the mark on my neck, then at the palms of his own hands, which were beginning to glow with the same haunting, silver light. The Mark of the Fated. Rider backed away from me as if I were a ghost, his face pale and his eyes wide with horror.