Masked Rider Black Novels & Stories

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he passed out. Brody’s mouth fell open. “Did he just?” Asher stared at the unconscious body of his Beta and sighed internally. He was helpless, and Elise would eat him out alive. It was near dusk when a massive motorbike rolled into the pack compound with a loud roar that rose many wolf’s heads. The rider was dressed in black leathers, she killed the engine of the bike before taking off her helmet to release dark curls that fell all the way to her back. The woman shook her hair, breathing in the peaceful serene air with a sigh.

An elegant onyx-black mask, etched with faintly glowing wolf runes. My eyes narrowed. “The mask is designed to hide your aura,” He referred to Maverick. “It will help distort your voice, block scent tracking and also cloaks your magical signature and facial recognition” He said. I took the mask, staring and admiring it. A key for walking into human spaces without detection. “It’s bound to your energy,” Ardan said. “Only you can remove it. And if it breaks... we have problems.” I crossed my arms. “So you’re going to play Batman now?”

I thought he was going to be furious by my words but he appeared to be calmer than I had thought. I went back to my room and my wolf won't stop talking about us being mates. " I hate to hear it" I yelled as I covered my ears. My eyes went to my wrist as I saw a silver line appeared there. I touched it and felt the connection with Alpha Kael, the ritual was already taking place.

But he did not exert his real strength out of fear that he might hurt me. I refused to get up. When he realized he could not push me off, he tilted his head back and simply gave up. I had only ever heard that the black wolf lineage was the most loyal to their mates, but I had not expected it to be this appealing. He looked so fierce, yet he was surprisingly mild-mannered. In the previous timeline, I had chosen Marin and spent several days persuading him before he finally agreed to form a bond. That ungrateful carp had a foul temper and was extremely spoiled.

she acknowledged after taking a short sip on the drink. “Stop distracting yourself and keep your eyes open.” The lady rolled her eyes at the statement. Hyde strolled over the counter and got himself a glass of whiskey, while Adeline set herself on the table in the corner where she could have a better perspective around the hall. “Agent Black, set.” He whispered after activating the earplug hidden in his ear. “Agent White, set.” In a short while, Adaline activated her device, too.

And I'm going to make you regret ever meeting me in the first place. This will be all for now. If you're wise, you'll tell that PI of yours to stop investigating. He won't find shit on me. I made sure of that. And before you even decide to talk to Russell, he doesn't know me and he hasn't even seen me before. (evil laughter) So tell Liam to back the fuck off or I'll do something you won't ever see coming. Take care, my darling Mr. Black. Our baby needs you to be healthy and capable. Okay? BTW, have fun at your brother's wedding. You'll need all the strength to go through his wedding without trying to rip your own hair out.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

The Ear-Ringing tinnitus of my rage flared one last time before being crushed by the weight of a mother’s necessity. "If you die before we reach him, Blackwood," I hissed, grabbing his shredded collar and hauling him closer until our scents collided in a violent, suffocating mess of Gunpowder, Roses, and Burnt Pine. "I will feed your remains to the Council myself. You want to be a shield? Then start holding the damn line." I shoved him back, my fingers still tingling with the heat of his skin, and keyed the emergency extraction frequency. "Marcus, initiate 'Total Blackout'. We are coming in hot. If a single silver mask touches that door before I get there, I will burn the Moon Pack to the be

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

Headlights flared, slicing through the darkness like twin blades. The Ironclaws froze. Eyrix lifted his head weakly. A black motorcycle rolled into view between the trees, its engine a low, predatory purr. The rider was massive, his silhouette broad and dangerous as he killed the engine and swung a leg over the bike. Ryder Blackfang, The Alpha of Blackfang pack. He stepped forward, boots crunching on leaves. He didn’t look at the Ironclaws at first. He looked at Eyrix. Slowly, Ryder crouched in front of him. The man’s eyes were an unnerving, icy gray, reflecting the moonlight. His scent hit Eyrix like a wall—steel, and something darkly intoxicating beneath it.