Kamen Rider Saber Driver Novels & Stories

“Towards the pack previously run by Alpha Christer, now lead by Alphas Yorick and Cyra.” “Send it to me,” Saber growls. “Already in your inbox.” “You’re the best, Tracker!” Saber says. “So Raptor tells me,” she says, making Saber laugh before hanging up. She pulls up the email, showing me the file. “We’ve got him,” she growls. A moment later, she gets an email from Hacker. It’s all there. The driver, a Marcus Steward, was friends with Alpha Stellan in school. There’s a record of a phone call from Stellan to Marcus two weeks before Cyra went to the Academy.

He gestured dismissively to the other beasts–"little pack of yours.” The man smirked, his eyes scorning Ronin from head to toe. “I don’t need to tell you my name to kill you. You certainly don’t ask for names when you enact murder.” Ronin frowned, “You’re one to talk, infiltrating my territory and murdering innocent wolves. What we do in retaliation to your attacks is justified.” “Well then,” The man bared his fangs at Ronin. “You can call me Saberlon–and consider what we’ve done as retaliation–for my father.”

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.

"B*stard, as long as you dare to come out, I will kill you myself!" At this moment, Saber Man was so angry that he roared and gnashed his teeth. He did not hide his killing/deadly intent at all.

Kiera's POV The rumble of engines cut through the night like thunder, drowning out the distant sirens. But these weren't human motorcycles… I knew that sound, had heard it in my nightmares for five years. The synchronized growl of the Black Howl pack, riding in formation like a supernatural cavalry. "Shit!," Sable breathed, raising her rifle instinctively. "More wolves." "No," I said quietly, my enhanced senses picking out familiar scents on the wind. "These are different."

Emily’s POV With the assistance of Camila, I had gotten into a cab and was headed back home. After being threatened by Camila, the cab driver kept his lips shut and all his concern to himself but that didn’t stop him from looking at me from time to time through the rear mirror. Camila had managed to clean the deep cut in my stomach where Blade—or should I say Jordan, his wolf—had attacked me. She had even helped me put a bandage over it but it had done little in alleviating my pain.

And the passenger is kneeling beside me with the electric wand, tracing crackling patterns across my skin. “Here’s how this is going to work,” the driver says. “I’m going to lie down. You’re going to ride my cock. He’s going to use the wand on you while you do it. And if you cum before I tell you to – ” He produces the knife again. Lets the flat of it rest against my inner thigh. ” – there will be consequences.” I’m shaking. Terrified and aroused in equal measure. “Do you understand?” "Yes – ” My voice is barely audible. ”Yes, I understand – ”

He knocked on the door, but the driver drove away fast. Hailey looked at the rearview mirror and held onto Sabrina. He was wearing glasses, and then he grinned at them. Sabrina bit her lips. "You are not my driver. Who are you?"

RIVER: (laughs) Didn't your mama tell you not to lie? MAKEITH: No, but my momma taught me to get rid of my enemies. Infinite Dark Saber (a big black sword appeared and he grabbed it) RIVER: Oh, I think I have two of those (smirks) Fire and Ice...Torchic and Ice saber (two big sabers appeared and he grabbed the ice saber putting it on his shoulder and he held the fire torchic saber on his right hand, facing the ground) MAKEITH: You...you can use this weapon....it's an ancient ultimate weapon

Asmo's Saber, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura of ominous power, while Satan's Saber blazed a fierce and blood-red hue, mirroring the intensity of his emotions. In this solitary arena, the stage was set for a confrontation that transcended physical combat, a clash of wills and emotions that would leave an indelible mark on their tumultuous relationship. The desert bore witness to the impending struggle, the stillness broken only by the crackling energy of their drawn Sabers, each brother poised to face the other in a battle that would test not only their physical prowess but also the depths of their resolve and the intricacies of their bond.