Masked Rider Kiva Novels & Stories

I ask, trying not to gasp or squeal. He shakes his head. “No, come on! Not thousands, just a hundred thousand.” Although I don’t refuse to let him take my hand, I want to scold him and how he keeps giving me flashy things. I’m about to say something when I see the K&W SIC engraved on each of the diamond. I look up and my eyes are glassy as I stare at him. He’s made something special for our ‘Smile it’s Christmas’ movement and I love it.

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

Miral pitched in. The moment Miral said that everyone looked at her with surprised Pikachu faces. The next morning, News Headlines "Due to Raghuveer Chandravanshi's serious condition after the accident, his younger daughter Miral Chandravanshi will take the oath as an MLA and fulfil the duties required by the position." The news was read by everyone and it was treated as breaking news that stirred conversations among people. This decision did raise some doubts about Miral while others praised her for handling the responsibilities like a good daughter.

But before that thought could settle, a faint click echoed from the shadows. Adrian’s gun was in his hand instantly. “Someone’s here.” A figure stepped into the light — a woman, armored, face hidden behind a cracked visor. “Easy,” she said, lowering her weapon. “If I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t have missed.” Lena’s heart pounded. “Who are you?” The stranger removed her helmet, revealing pale eyes and a scar running from temple to jaw. “Name’s Kira Vale. I used to work for Roth. Now I’m trying to burn him down.”

But then I remembered the mascara stained tears on my face which must have given me away and I aggressively began to wipe them off even though I knew my face was only becoming more of a mess. “I asked a question and I hate repeating myself so give me an answer before I blow your brains out” he said, his voice still calm while he drilled holes through them with blazing eyes and I saw one guard swallowing in fear. It was satisfying to see them scared and I wondered just how ruthless this Mr Rover was to make them look this terrified. They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over t

Riva tousled her hair, scratched her arms, and put on a mask of concern. After having her facade in place, she ran straight to Ryker's camp. The barbarians circling the bonfire shot to their feet after they saw her state. Riva barged into his camp, interrupting his meeting with Clovis. Their gaze snapped in her direction. Irritation flared in Ryker's eyes but vanished quickly upon noticing her disheveled state. He sprang from his chair and hurried towards her.

“Mark, I accept I am hysterical, I have never ridden one of these and I am afraid that the rain will affect something and...” “Olivia.” He yelled to be heard over the noise, he put a helmet on me and then he did the same and suddenly all sound was drowned out “Trust me. I’d never put your life in danger.” I calmed down, or at least I tried, as he secured me in the seat and then secured himself. A few minutes later, while he was talking on the radio and asking for authorizations and I don't know what else, we took off and I only wished for one thing.

The immediate conflict was absolute: I had to revert to the cripple before any remaining witness could confirm my strength. ​"Alpha!" Alaric’s voice was a sharp hiss in my comms. "Containment is active! Get back in the chair! Now!" ​I didn't argue. With a silent curse, I forced my powerful legs to transition, pushing myself back into the abandoned wheelchair. I slumped my shoulders, letting my head hang slightly, immediately adopting the posture of a man severely weakened by the shock of the attack. The speed of my recovery was irrelevant; the visual evidence was everything. A dozen civilian witnesses were still scrambling for their coats, and their fragmented testimonies would be the final,

She paused at the next corner and tapped her earpiece. "Paula? Where’s your cavalry?" "On the move. Hold tight." Suddenly, a black van screeched to a halt beside her. Two masked men lunged out. Riva spun, tossing a smoke canister, diving through a fence as bullets shattered concrete behind her. A motorcycle roared into view — Dino’s man, Kaleo, stretched out a hand. "Time to go, ghost girl!" Riva leapt onto the bike just as another shot rang out. The tire hissed. Kaleo cursed, veering into a tight street as flames sparked from the rear.