Masked Rider Kiva Novels & Stories

He was no longer a man; he was a vessel of pressurized, violent kinetic sickness desperately trying to explode. "Make it stop!" the riveter shrieked, his voice tearing his vocal cords. "Get it out of my head!" Up in the observation deck, the Refined Enforcers stood behind the energy shields, their optical lenses whirring as they readied their data-pads. Above them, the massive translucent glass pillars hummed, hungry for the kinetic harvest. The riveter charged. He crossed the arena with terrifying, unnatural speed, launching his massive frame into the air. He brought both of his heavy, calloused fists down in a devastating, two-handed hammer strike aimed directly at Marcus's skull.

It wasn't going to be one this time. Kira was the head warrior of the Blue Orchid Pack. Many thought that a female shouldn't be in this position. But that's how everything worked in her pack. Every pack member was given a position according to their skills and abilities. Every person received what they deserve; nothing less nothing more.

He looked directly at my face, checking my eyes, my forehead, his thumb brushing a streak of black mud away from my temple. "You're alive," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave. "Marco..." I choked out, looking past his shoulder. A few yards away, the matte black charger was idling, its front bumper completely smashed into the side of the unmarked black SUV. Marco Riva was sitting in the driver's seat, his face covered in sweat, his hands shaking so violently he could barely keep them on the steering wheel. He hadn't run because he wanted to; he had used the car as a weapon to clear the ridge.

Kiera's POV The rumble of unfamiliar engines outside made my blood run cold. These weren't the synchronized throats of Darius's Black Howl machines, nor the familiar growl of Steel Vultures bikes. This was something else entirely different, more aggressive, like predators announcing their arrival. I was in the garage with Eli, teaching him how to identify different engine sounds, when the convoy rolled up to our gates. Through the grimy windows, I could see at least fifteen motorcycles, their riders wearing crimson and black patches that made my wolf recoil instinctively.

Ethan’s hand flew to my arm, sensing my instant panic. But a headlight appeared almost instantly, sitting atop an engine revving loudly cruising easily towards us, drawing closer. It pulled up in front of the curb where we stood, next to Ethan’s own motorcycle that lay dormant in it’s parking space. I exhaled, more startled than I cared to admit. Kira propped the kickstand and pulled off her helmet, shaking her silvery waves loose. She grinned, looking down at her brand new motorcycle. “Anyone need a ride?” **

Race Against the Sun The roar of a Kawasaki KLX 250 engine tore through the quiet of Jakarta West’s narrow alleys. Mavric Thorne gripped the handlebars until his knuckles turned white, while Liora Thorne clung tightly to his waist, her left hand clutching the silver pendant, which now felt like a burning coal pressed against her palm. Above them, the dark silhouette of the Duke of Westminster’s Eurocopter helicopter loomed constantly, the rhythmic thud of its rotor blades blending with the deafening noise of the city below.

The Kawasaki was heavy and awkward and she made it maybe twenty feet before her arms started shaking. "Well look what we have here." Maya's head snapped up. Three men stood in front of her blocking the sidewalk. They wore leather vests with patches she recognized from around campus. Vipers MC. Her stomach dropped. "Bike trouble?" The one in front smiled but it wasn't friendly. He was tall with a shaved head and tattoos crawling up his neck. "I'm fine thanks." Maya kept her voice steady and tried to maneuver around them. They moved to block her path. "You're not fine. You're broken down in our territory." He stepped closer and Maya stepped back. "What's a college girl doing in this part of to

It was the heart of our caravan, and every rider in the pack knew they were effectively human shields for the technology it carried. Dax rode at the head, his customized Harley-Davidson Road Glide cutting through the wind like the prow of a ship. His left arm was still bound, but he handled the heavy machine with a terrifying, one-handed grace that left no doubt as to who held the gavel. I rode directly behind him, my eyes scanning the overpasses and the tree lines. The note from the workshop was tucked into the pocket of my jacket, the ink-drawn map of the Daytona fuel bunkers etched into my brain.

Of course it would be a hard task considering the fact they all wear masks and if she were to be found out with her gloves, it wouldn't be possible. The superiors in the Raven band all have special gloves to differiante them. The superiors are the ones who get to know what Raven looks like and they are the most trusted and surprisingly they are just five of them. Kai, Archie, Lucius, Tanya and including Raven herself (Mia). They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs.

He took a leisurely sip. With indestructible tires and an infinite fuel engine, road conditions meant nothing to him. Glass shards? Spike strips? He rolled right over them. The RV barely shuddered, while the obstacles crumbled to dust beneath his wheels. 'Hm. This still isn't enough, though.' The RV needed to keep upgrading. Someone had already hit Lv.3—and that lit a fire under him. Jake exhaled and opened his personal status panel. [Name: Jake Maddox] [Race: Human]