Kamen Rider Novels & Stories

Only brides have ever ridden me, and riding is considered sacred in the dragon realms. "Truly?" Her eyes gleam with anticipation. I'm surprised she isn't jumping up and down. I sigh. I'm going to have her in my bed and I made sure of it by offering her a ride. What is it about her that turns my tongue into a word vomit machine when she is near? I look over her delicate frame. "Without clothing or at least a saddle, I don't imagine it will be entirely comfortable, but a short ride shouldn't hurt too badly." A short ride is all I can possibly handle.

"Tie him.” I threw the rope at my rider who caught it swiftly. Yahn was his name, while the other man who helped him was called Kamael. I loved Kamael’s name the most as well as his personality. He didn't talk much, and he was good looking, but all he was to me was a guard.

More blood. Adrian became something the borderlands rarely produced—someone demons feared. But monsters were not the only things he learned to kill. Sometimes villages paid the hunters to deal with other problems. Bandits. Traitors. Men who had done things no one wanted to speak about out loud. Adrian never asked questions. He simply did what was necessary. And the strange thing was… It never haunted him. Other hunters drank themselves into sleep after a difficult kill. Adrian slept just fine. That was when the whispers started.

Then I turn the first card. Death. The familiar image appears at first — the dark rider mounted on a horse moving steadily forward while the world around him changes. Then the image shifts. The rider is no longer faceless. The armor is different. The posture is unmistakable. My breath catches. Kieran. Not exactly him… but close enough that the meaning settles instantly in my chest. The moment passes as quickly as it came. The illustration returns to normal. But the card has already said what it needed to say.

He loved how her stares made him feel. --- The night was still young. Jesse and K were out again on the street. They just finished eating, both of them were feeling so full and satisfied with their meal. Jesse got them Shoyu ramen bowls. K was berating him for eating the pork char siu slices on the side, being that he was Jewish. He just laughed it off, clearly rebellious of his faith and even went as far as mocking Judaism. He remarked that it was getting tougher and tougher to be a bad Jew. And that if necessary, he would kill his rabbi with a pork chop without any hesitation, should his religion be an impediment at how he wanted to live his life. K was so amused at Jesse's shrewd thinking

His ride dipped down so that Gavin could return the wave and share a smile with Nya before the dragon shot back up into the air, its wings flapping furiously to gain the proper height. One of the dragons, a large green one with no rider, fluttered down from the sky and came to rest not far away from where they were standing. He quickly transformed into a familiar form. Nya cringed. It was Gator. At least his clothing stayed with him, as it had with Slate and Flint, and he wasn’t standing there undressed. “Gator! It’s great to see you!” Flint said, running over to clasp hands with the trainer. “You as well,” Gator said. His eyes fell on Nya, and he grumbled something that might’ve been a gree

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"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

he muttered, looking in the direction where Yuri had headed hours ago. Tohya nodded wordlessly to himself, suddenly feeling extremely exhausted. “Don’t go dying on us, Yuri,” he muttered. * * * * Yuri didn’t remove her hand from the holster that held Odium as she looked straight at Kami, not taking her eyes off of him. “That’s right, I haven’t told you my name, have I?” said Kami with a slight smirk. “Every child should at least know their father’s name, shouldn’t they? I’m Ryuou. Ryuou Kitagawa.”

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground