Hell Riders Novels & Stories

It halted when the rider spotted her. The guy removed his helmet and it was Kalli. She breathed a sigh of relief. “Kalli!” “I felt it." “It’s happening again.” She took a look around. “I was sucked here. And I thought I’ll be alone. And the guys with melted faces were after me. Someone appeared who frightened them away.” Kalli placed his hand on her shoulder to calm her. “I’m here too.” Aiko realized what he said and nodded. “You’re sucked in too. What’s happening to us?”

Kiera's POV "Mama, those bikes sound different." Eli's words cut through the morning air like a blade. I froze in the middle of packing his lunch, my enhanced hearing picking up what his young senses had detected first. In the distance, still miles away, came the rumble of engines. Deep. Heavy. Powerful. Not the familiar sound of the Steel Vultures' machines. My blood turned to ice as recognition hit me like a physical blow. I knew that sound, the synchronized roar of custom Harleys ridden by beings who were more than human. The mechanical heartbeat of a pack on the hunt.

Serious ones. First, he didn’t believe that Viper would send anyone back to the scene of such a massive clusterfuck so soon. The Road Devils would be on ultra-high-alert right now, and they’d have hidden away their kids and women so completely, they might as well be on another planet. Not many vulnerabilities left at this point, so there was no reason for any of The Hellions to even cross the state line, let alone dare to show their faces in Denver and risk the wrath of Scars Innis and Ice Johansson.

That day, I was doing a long-haul run on the Sicherian-Timbre Highway when I met a young couple halfway along the journey. Standing in the middle of the road, they waved at me, signaling for me to stop. There were quite a lot of hitchhikers in this area. I had met quite a few before. However, they were usually women in thick makeup. You could tell what kind they were at a glance. I barely make anything driving long distances, while they just spread their legs and earn money easily. This couple, though, really looked like tourists. They must have gotten into some trouble, which was why they were hitching a ride.

Theria giggled and trotted off to say high to the crew. As they entered the training area a man wearing a stag skull helmet greeted him. He smelled like pine and the forest, and he looked like a huntsman from the middle ages. Slung across his back a Dragonuv sniper rifle and modern compound bow complete with arrows. “So the whelp finally arrives. The name is Herne the Hunter.” “Warren Vandal, a descendant of Troy,” He held out his hand and hoped the sniper would take it. A smile appeared through the thick beard, “The queen didn't tell us who you were. She just said you would be joining the team,” His voice remained friendly and even. “How is the eidolon?”