Masked Rider Black Novels & Stories

Strength, speed, durability, tactical brilliance. When I pull back, his eyes are pure black. "Damn." "Yeah." I sway slightly, and he catches me. "Okay. That was more draining than expected." "You good to fight?" Doc moves closer, concerned. "I'm good." I straighten, drawing on my power to steady myself. "This is the moon's full. I've got plenty of reserves." "Then let's ride." Ryder swings onto his bike. Engines roar to life. Twenty motorcycles, twenty enhanced wolves, and one divine vessel riding toward war.

“Ron is right. We should wait for our parents. I am sure, my dad will be here any moment.” The boy remained unperturbed by their words. His expression didn’t change in the slightest. “What if that evil witch kills us before that?” His expression hardened and his voice took a dangerous edge, “I would rather die than let a witch win.” I was taken aback by the viciousness in his voice. He was a small boy of about five. How could he harbour such hatred towards someone? He walked up to the door and took out a ring from his pocket. I almost gave myself away with the gasp that escaped my lips. It was studded with the infamous Blackstar. Rumour had it that this ring could absorb a witch’s power maki

he ordered with much more authority. The young woman trembled as she heard him again... She knew she had no choice but to obey him... So she slowly turned around and closed her eyes, and when she opened her eyes with her heart pounding in her temples, she let out a frightened scream. Not only was the man holding a weapon, he was wearing a... mask. A mask that covered the upper right side of his face including his eye and forehead... The mask was made of steel or iron, she didn't have time to make the distinction in her head. It was not frightening but she did not expect it... The other part of his face was rather normal. He was shirtless and wearing simple mini shorts. He was the kind of han

It was different from the others who held the crest of the Blackmoon pack. This letter had a completely different crest. On finally catching a glimpse of the crest on the new letter, Lena gasped. “That sly creature!” She gasped in outrage. I looked in surprise from her outraged face to that of the Gamma who stood with a straight face. “What is this crest?” I asked. “And what does it mean?” I asked, this time turning to our Gamma for an explanation. Lena looked too angry to explain. He answered almost immediately.

A bald man with, muscular body and honey eye color said. “All right, but if she runs away, you have to find her Waylon.” Maverick smirks. Waylon just smiled at Maverick.

Andrea shrugged the feeling off and tried to pack her hair in a bun as it was already dripping with the rain water. As soon as she settled in and started moving, two men in black who had cameras in hand stumbled on eachother. "Fuck you Gray, why do you always try to get on me everytime we are on a field mission." The redhead with a pair of glasses groaned as he tried to push Gray off of him. His name was Kelvin. Kelvin's glasses had a crack on the left one of the two thick frames and on a closer look, one would know that it had been there for long.

Under estimating the results that may come. She steadies her hand, and waits to give the signal. Giving each warrior to prep themselves in position as the other members of the visiting packs make way. Selene smiles, glances at James, nodding his way. A simple gesture they both comprehend, giving assurance they have each others back. And so, Macy's hand goes down. One by one, the warriors begin to run. Some human form, others quickly shifting onto their wolves. First attacker launches at Blake, as he tries to bite him, his aim is towards Blake's neck. But he swiftly grabs him by the throat and slams him on the ground. Kicking him, sending him flying through the air.

"Use this if anyone comes near you. Don't hesitate to defend yourself and kill if you must." As Master Ken prepared to leave, Mahara grabbed his arm, her eyes filled with fear and concern. "Be careful, Master Ken," she said. Master Ken's heart raced as he returned to the Crown Prince, his eyes darting around for any sign of danger. To his surprise, a newcomer had joined the battle and was effortlessly taking down their enemies with lightning speed. The new fighter wore black, but unlike the other attackers, his mask was gray, made of expensive and elegant material.

Just shadows and silence and the distant sound of celebration from the banquet hall. Then something caught my eye. A motorcycle parked near the courtyard’s edge, gleaming black metal catching moonlight. I moved closer, recognition making my breath catch. A Black Howl bike. The crest attached to the frame was unmistakable, the kind only given to high-ranking pack members. What was someone from Darius’s pack doing in the Broker’s territory? The bike was too expensive, well-maintained to belong to anyone ordinary. This was someone with authority. Someone important. I stared at that bike, my mind racing. If a Black Howl member was here, maybe they had information about Eli, they’d seen something

Rolling her eyes, Ryder was forced to go check on her parents first before going back to her room. Jake had already gotten out of the window, squatting on the canopy. When Ryder looked out of the window, she was momentarily dazed. There was a full moon tonight, and a gentle dim light fell upon Jake, highlighting his figure. He was dressed all in black and the mask on his face looked bewitching. The skin of that bit of his face that wasn't covered by the mask looked extremely pale and soft under the moonlight. For a second, Ryder forgot how to breathe.