Masked Rider Black Novels & Stories

“Because every time you show up shaking and lying, it’s Tommy. Or someone like him.” A low, rising growl of engines echoed from behind me. Then—another, and another—closing in like a pack of predators. I spun. Six black motorcycles came into view, circling fast like vultures closing in on a carcass. The riders wore matte helmets, visors down. No tags. No plates. Just muscle, leather, and menace. “Leighton,” I barked, stepping in front of her, “Run. Now.” She didn’t ask twice. Her heels clicked against the pavement as she scrambled down a side alley, leaving behind her phone and that fake influencer mask.

It was a fighter, a warrior. The leader of the rogues snarled, his eyes flashing. "Who are you?" he shouted, his voice trembling with fear. "I am Darius Blackmaw. I am the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack." The black wolf did not react. He only shifted, a quiet, silent specter who attacked without warning. He was a force of nature, a whirlwind of teeth and claws. He tore through the rogues with brutal efficiency that made my blood curdle. They were no match for him. They were sacrificial lambs to the killing.

“Then head away now. Maddox is waiting at the bottom of these gardens, past a large fountain with a motorbike. I’ll come in a few minutes.” Maddox stood as instructed. Black t-shirt, pants and silver eyes made him appear fearsome to anyone who didn’t know how loyal a Beta he could be. A gleaming silver Ducati waited for me. “I don’t have any supplies, sorry, just the bike.” “Thank you for not leaving me with him.” He bristled at the idea, his grey eyes glinting under the shade of the trees. “Never, I am proud to be a Beta Warrior.”

Another black car. The engines roared. My body shook with adrenaline as I spun around, looking for a way out. But before I could make a move, the first car swerved in front of me, blocking my escape. I was trapped. The doors opened with a slow creak. My breath hitched. Five men stepped out, their faces hidden behind black masks. They moved like hunters who had finally cornered their prey. One of them stepped forward. His voice was low, cold. "He said you’d be hard to kill, Ryker."

Noah's side is aware that this event would happen tonight because Blade was always with Liam wherever he went. For the past three months, Blade took Liam's reliance to bring him closer to him and give his entire trust. He had to do this to gather more valuable information from within their manor. "We have been waiting for this day for like forever! I couldn't be happier for you." Maddison exclaimed ecstatically and kissed his temple before she pulled out and ran her hand through her hair. They are both wearing masks, Maddison's is silver which glows whenever the lights hit on it. And Liam's is deep black and elegant looking.

This is now what he has to fight to get rid of it. "Good job. You know it easily. Next is be ready." His trainer took a knife and started it. He quickly grabbed it and then grabbed the knife he was holding when he kicked his hand. "Good. You're doing well. Keep it up." He just nodded. Next, he rated it. He dodged his first attack but the last kick did not. He was hit and fell down. His head hit the side with cement. He immediately grabbed his head. It hurts and his vision seems to darken.

A mask should be worn. Blood Moon grabbed a black fox mask that covers her eyes and nose, and only her red lips are visible. She walked outside the room and met her idiotic partner in crime. "Hello, Shadow," she greeted with a bit of hesitance. "Looking great, Keisha," he greeted with a playful flirt and she closed her eyes in frustration. "Do not-- Do not call me by my name," she irritatedly commanded. "I didn't know you were coming with me," she murmured with gritted teeth. Guessing from the way he dressed, she concluded that he'll be accompanying her.

A black shape drifts around the corner of the alley, tires screeching on the wet pavement. The bike is massive. A beast of matte black steel. The rider doesn't slow down. He accelerates toward the Reapers blocking the exit. They scramble, diving off their bikes as the black Harley plows through them. Metal screeches against metal. Sparks shower the alley like fireworks. The rider skids to a halt ten feet from me. He plants a boot on the ground, stabilizing the bike. Drakon. He’s not wearing a helmet. His dark hair is plastered to his skull. His face is a mask of pure, concentrated violence.

Ryder stepped forward, his massive frame radiating a raw power and dominance that had me instinctively shrinking back against the thin hospital mattress. "You are Luna Blackwood," he growled, his golden eyes flickering with an animalistic ferocity that sent a shiver of trepidation down my spine. "The one true mate of Alpha Zane Blackwood and the ruling Luna of our pack. Your memories have been tampered with, but we'll make you remember. One way..." His gaze raked over me with a scorching intensity. "Or another." I swallowed hard, suddenly regretting my snarky attitude as Ryder's words took on a mildly threatening tone. These three weren't just delusional - they were unhinged, maybe even dang

Unpredictable. He turned. In a blur, Damian moved grabbing the maids wrist firmly, halting her movements. At that point, a thousand thoughts spun behind his eyes, but his expression remained unreadable. “Alpha?” The maid whispered, her voice trembling. Silence. The room held its breath. —————— Marisa stood before the mirror, slipping into a deep navy traveling cloak lined with silver. The color of Bluemoon pack. Her pack. Her father’s pack. Behind her, Raul stood silently, his form relaxed but alert. The armor he wore had the insignia of Blackmoon pack, but it was a lie. Everything about him was. A rogue is who he is.