Magical Rider Novels & Stories

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

Then she began to speak in Russian, and Rurik translated. "The Magician is the past, the cunning master of all he surveys." The card showed a magician in a warrior's pose, a sword in his hand, with roses and lilies all around his feet. His tunic was white with red robes, and he wore a belt that was made of an ouroboros, a snake eating its own tail. The old woman's brown eyes flashed on the serpent ring that Rurik wore. It had a green jewel in its single eye, and its mouth was consuming its own tail. The ring was stunning, and Charlotte wondered how she hadn't noticed it before. Of course, she'd been distracted by the rest of Rurik most of the time. The woman reached out and touched the serpe

Trish replied. Rion seemed silent and went into thought. "What do you think? Are they faking it or telling the truth?" "I think they're pretending, Your Majesty. Don't worry, I will continue to force them to confess." "No need. I’ve called Adriel here. We'll tell him to read their minds." Adriel was one of the magic user knights in Panthera. He and the other knights were in the magic tower in the south. Their job was to guard the protective magic that prevented Randle's monsters from entering Panthera.

In response, she simply nodded and sat on the ground. "Before we proceed with this, I forgot that I haven't introduced myself, I am Katana… The chief of the tribe." She introduced herself, at last. "Alright, Katana." "My daughter Rella is stuck in the realm and you have to bring her back." She added while fixing the circle with crystals. It was a different perspective from me to observe the magic being used. She closed her eyes and folded her hands before chanting a few words in her native language. I kept looking around as i felt something disturbing the silence in the room and suddenly the circle started to glow and a blue ice like hollow space was opened inside the circle.

This wasn't working out the way he had planned, not that he really had a plan. As the dark elf aimed for the passenger side of the car, Rhychard watched as the Unseelie seemed to jerk the front tire into the air. The motorcycle shimmered as if Rhychard looked at it through a haze, and Rhychard watched as the bike transformed into a black steed leaping over the abandoned car. "What the…?" Tryna obviously has forgotten to tell me some things. This plan was getting worse and worse by the minute. The final gargoyle careened the corner in the air and followed the elf. At least, the other gargoyles were gone. Of course, Rhychard also gained a magical horse. Or was it a magical motorcycle? He didn'

J healed everything that his magic touches, except those Serpentous soldiers who are made by dark energy and Abel whose soul are dark. Once again, E.J used the Spectrous Espirious. Nathaniel who once witnessed this magic, was still in surprised and amazement. These includes, the five Royal knight princes too. This was the same light they saw more than half years back then in Šaveroii. This magic that E.J uses was indeed the second highest magic among the three said powerful healing Ancient magic.

Calla put her foot on his head and roared loudly again. All the Riders looked at the head of their leader under her foot. A horrific look appeared on their faces. They all exchange looks then bowed their heads in front of Calla. Wind started blowing like a storm was about to come. With a strike of the lighting, all the Storm Riders disappeared.

Looking through the glass, a bright smile came upon his face and he pushed the door and entered. He quietly made his way along the sidelines and took a seat in the gallery. He looked out of the field to see a pink-haired girl in a tight bodysuit waving around two 3ft tall rapiers. It was Megan practicing her sword skills with no magic. This was what separated combat mages from practitioners of other magic paths.

A full moon rose above the forest, allowing the riders to see the road in front of them. “How are you feeling?” Rhobart asked Milton once they put some distance between them and the camp. His voice was loud enough for everyone to hear him. “As if a troll hit me right in the chest,” Milton replied. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I had a rib or two broken.” Ayla, who was riding left of Milton, glanced at him for a moment. “Do you need any healing?” She didn’t know if she could heal with her magic, but she would try.

Her scream was brief, which meant she didn’t suffer much before she expired. Good for her. An orb of magical fire that my wind had tossed back into the enemy ranks slammed into a big bike rider and went through his chest, creating a black hole. The stench of charred flesh and burned chest hair wasn’t pleasant. I grabbed the wheel with one hand, just in case Jason lost control, my other hand flinging out another wave of dark wind. Beads of sweat dotted my forehead then streamed into my eyes. I tried not to blink at the sting. I was near the bottom of my magical and energy reservoir, and I prayed I wouldn’t black out.