Goggles X Rider Novels & Stories

I said. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then threw my X-Blade into the air, and morph into a whistle and a spiked collar, I grabbed the X-Whistle and X-Collar, Octo Callie laughed at first but she didn’t see me what is coming yet. As I put on the X-Spiked Collar and held my whistle. A group of wolves appeared next to me, Octo Callie was shocked to see my servant class changed from Foreigner to Rider “that’s impossible, no one can change their class in a instant” said Octo Callie.

He loved how inventory limit wasn’t a thing and spent most of his time making salves, crafting monocular goggles, and creating pepper bombs. The monocular goggles were tricky to create, so Zen had Ben’s help to smelt some glass from sunglasses wearing mushroom variants that he coated with green slime goo to prevent fogging. Then, he borrowed Paul’s workshop to secure the monoculars with leather straps to prevent any gaps. It was an amazing improvement from when he created his first player-crafted item. More importantly, it was done for no cost at all. Unlike the flimsy and semi-efficient bandage mask to prevent inhaling poisonous mist, these goggles worked seamlessly.

The instant it did, the forest lid up with another dozen motorcycles, roaring to life. The Wolf Riders! They circled the Black Skull Riders, hollering and laughing, before breaking into formation and heading back to the main road. Screaming woes and curses, Viper ordered his men to follow us as their bikes roared to life and tried to catch up... “I can’t believe he fell for that!” Knives grinned, way too happy about being shot at than any normal man would! I didn’t reply but grinned as well, as he hollered a “hoo-yah!” and took the lead as we sped down the road. As it would turn out, leaving Bunny with too much time on his hands and with money from his stepdad was a deadly combination. Appar

Riders coasting to a halt in the dark, in a forest that was now completely black to them because their light amplification was also gone. Xander watched it from thirty feet up in a tree, his heartbeat slow and his skin entirely human. He’d forbidden the shift; he wanted them cold and quiet, ghosts in the machine. He waited until the third engine stalled. Then he dropped. They'd grown up in it, trained in it, run it in the dark for years. The ghost unit riders had expensive equipment that had stopped working and eyes that hadn't adjusted to darkness because they'd been relying on the HUDs to handle that. It wasn't a fight. It was a disassembly.

His eyes transitioned to man with the translucent blade, X. X was no taller than 5 and half feet. His long gray hair was thick but flowing like water, even though it had been attempted to be subdued in a pony tail. Almond shaped grey eyes that were a rich color, but gave warning of a terrible storm was brewing ahead. He was rather fair complected, but had a hue of yellow. Even though X was dressed in a few layers it did nothing to hide his slender but muscular build.

Zoe's POV All I wanted was peace. All I wanted was to be away to clear my mind. Was that too much to ask? Apparently, yes, it was. Because, as I walked away from the crowd, I noticed riders getting ready for the races with their horses. Lo and behold, Xavier Shaw was there, supporting a mouthwatering rider’s outfit, in his Pack colors. His pack’s Blood Crescent sigil was sewn on his shoulder pads and the front of the jacket, with the number 004 sewn on the back in a large black number.

I reported. "Here... we can trade. I knew one of these goggles used to do that, but I forgot which one," he offered, removing his goggles from his head. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yeah, it's fine. I've done this before and you haven't," he reasoned.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.