Manga Moto Novels & Stories

Chapter One--Baby For The Detective The motorcycle hummed just like it was supposed to, followed by a deep purr when she accelerated. Mandy nodded with satisfaction. The engine rebuild was a success. That was good news, since she’d spent most of the day working on it. Thinking about it reminded her of the ache in her shoulders and lower back from being bent over the machine.

She turned her head to a middle aged man with his cap wearing in reversed way and wore his overall working. The man waved at her, asking to follow him. They walked in front of those super maintained motorcycles. “Here you are.” They stopped in front of a black sport motorcycle and it seemed that it just got polished. It was fire blade edition by Honda but it had been repainted in black polished. “I have reassembled some old parts.” Mandy explained. “Since the last time you took it for illegal street racing. A year ago and I almost desperately needed it to be sold.”

It’s a corrugated tin shack, leaning precariously against a retaining wall. I rip the door open. Inside, sitting under a tarp, is a motorcycle. It’s not a chopper. It’s a sleek, matte-black sport bike. A Ducati. Fast. Agile. A Reaper's bike. I shove the documents inside my leather jacket—the one Drakon gave me back at the motel, which I miraculously still have—zipping it up to my chin. I jam the key into the ignition. It turns. The dashboard lights up. I hit the starter.

Nelson smiled. " Suit yourself and stay off my path"Anda shook her head and gestured Alex to follow her. They went to the series of motorcycles until they reached hers. " Look at this beautiful baby"Anda smiled running her hands on the motorcycle. Instead of the DC logo, it now had her own logo. AS. She smiled and hugged Alex. " Thank you so much bestfriend"Anda smiled. " I did nothing, I just showed the prince a picture of your previous motorcycle and he sent us this... The perfect one for you"Alex said.

Martial arts. It decides your fate as well as your life and death. The weak is humiliated while the strong looks down on the world. Martial Spirit. The innate talent of the people in the continent is considered as the warrior's soul. It can be said that the achievements of a warrior is closely linked to their martial spirit. There are numerous types of martial spirit. Nature spirits such as fire, ice, hurricanes, lighting, etc. Weapon spirits such as knifes, guns, swords and halberd. Beast spirits such as the white tiger, the crazy rhinoceros, the violent ape and the dragon snake. In addition there are also many powerful soul spirits such as the immortal spirit. The martial spirit, it wil

"But let's stop by Flown first and switch motorcycles." "Oh?" Anne furrowed her brow. "I'm tired, An, riding to the border on a motorcycle." Eland grinned slightly. "It's more comfortable to use a car when I'm with you." Anne had been informed by someone, she couldn't remember who. She had delved as deep as possible into information about the distinctive white Ninja motorcycle associated with Eland. Cold, rigid, untouched, hard to approach, fierce, and unforgiving. No one was allowed to touch that motorcycle casually. Only certain individuals were allowed to clean it if it was parked in front of the headquarters. Eland inspected it from every angle.

The pavement blurs beneath my feet as we run, bullets buzzing around us like furious wasps. I have no idea where we’re going. “Here.” He yanks my arm, veering us into a dimly lit alley. The motorcycle ahead of us is a beast on two wheels. Royal blue and black, tall, powerful, dangerous, and beautiful. The kind of machine that screams speed and chaos. Midnight mounts it without pause and extends a hand to me. I’m still catching my breath, but I don’t waste time. I grab on and climb behind him. The engine roars like thunder as he takes off.

How I would love to wip that smirk on his face! "Just kiddin Darling. Don't be too flustered. All you have to do is to ride Maverick." Oh, that's sinple. I'm used in wild drive----"Backwards." I look at her with horror. W--wait...backwards? The crowd is always wild. But now wilder than earlier. Now that I'm looking at five motorcycles, I felt a worms in my tummy. Gosh! I'm nervous as freak! I know one brand of it. Yamaha M1 motoGP ...that's pretty for a bad boy.

Logan stiffened beside me. “I always win.” Conceited much? “My name is Maurice,” he introduced himself, grinning at me. Logan instead said, "We should get going," and dragged me away before I could even open my mouth. I staggered along, attempting to keep up with his long stride. “Who exactly were they?” I inquired of him. “They are no one you should be concerned about,” he replied. My eyes widened as we came to a halt in front of a motorcycle. “Is that a Ducati?” Logan was taken aback by my inquiry, clearly not expecting me to be familiar with the brand. Well, I'm a little obsessed with these things.

A cloud of dust rises as a sleek black motorcycle roars down the desolate highway. Its engine growls with power, propelling the bike forward with unstoppable force. The rider, known to many as Dante the Lycan hunter, sports a rugged leather jacket adorned with countless patches and insignias. His eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses, He exudes an air of mystery and danger. As he approaches a weathered roadside bar, the sound of his engine echoes through the open landscape halting at a bar.