Medusa Rider Novels & Stories

Keron returned fire with a normal setting, his aim directed at the Rider's face. Within three shots, the straw hat of the Dusk Rider flew to the ground but the next series of shots scorched its face beyond recognition. The Dusk Rider uncontrollably fell face first, staining the iridescent sand with its own gore. Movement was felt behind Keron and he whirled to respond to the threat. There, a Dusk Rider with his sword drawn snuck up behind and advanced at him, mouth agape and yelling a quiet cry.

Its eyes burned, not with flame, but with pressure, a dense, gold-lit intensity that did not flicker or flare, but held, constant and oppressive, marking it as something touched and altered by a will that was not entirely its own. Because it was not alone within itself. There was a rider. Mounted along the ridge of its spine, bound not by saddle but by chains that had been driven into the creature’s plated back, the links running along the ridges and hooking deep between them, wrapped tight around the rider’s arms and torso in a brutal, symbiotic restraint that held him in place not as a passenger, but as something embedded, something anchored. The chains looked less like a harness and more

The old man smiled like a cat who’d already swallowed the canary and was licking cream from his whiskers “Name’s Caedrin wizard wanderer collector of rare and broken things” His gaze slid past her sharp as broken glass to the second rider thundering up the road through curtains of rain Kaelin soaked to the bone hood ripped back by the wind silver hair plastered to her skull Across her saddlebow lay Lyra—still unconscious head lolling blue-silver veins crawling up her throat like living frost. They glowed faintly beneath skin gone nearly translucent lips almost black. Each shallow breath looked borrowed like the next one might be refused

I would not beg. A motorcycle engine cut through the air, slow and deliberate. The sound pulled everyone's gaze toward the center of the yard. A sleek, black bike rolled forward, and my breath caught in my throat. The rider moved with a calm that spoke of power and control, as if the world bent around him. He dismounted with unhurried control. Kade Cross, they called him Ruin.

I said, mimicking her tone. If you don't know, before I became his mate I was the first female betta in my pack and I had a comfortable life," I went on. "Something you will never accomplish in this lifetime," I finished, watching her frume. "You may be his Luna but he doesn't love you, and just you wait, let my cousin King Roman hear of this, he will punish you and I won't spare you," he threatened, walking over to sit as the former occupant left quietly.

I stared at them coldly then said each word with finality. "Death be upon those who point their swords to my face in exchange for my people. I, Dante Montenegro from the Blood Moon pack, I build my throne with the skeletons of my enemies,"

"These wolves are like leeches—they're everywhere and much stronger than they should be." "Is there a way to break the mist without reaching her?" Uriel now asks as he struggles to evade Connor’s beast. "She wears a lyraez on her left wrist. That’s where most of her power lies. If I can get my hands on that bracelet, I can neutralize all of her power—or at least most of it. Without it, I won’t be able to do anything."

The banter was gone, replaced by the steely resolve that had kept the Medina River Pack alive through the worst of the purging. "We have the magic," Elena said, standing by Silas. "We have the talismans." "And we have the 'beep'," Jackie added, earning a groan from Bryce. "Let Morgana come," Gunner said, finally standing up and offering a hand to Maya. "She’s spent years studying our power. She’s never spent a single second dealing with our level of crazy."

There's a knowing look in her eyes as her melodious voice resonates, presenting the riddle that Madissa must answer: "In the coral palace, I'm adorned with grace, my colors vibrant, a sight to embrace. Now forbidden, where merfolk fear to be seen, great dangers lurk above and have forever been. With my gentle sway, I enchant and beguile, can you name the creature that makes you smile?" Madissa's face pales as memories flood her mind, recalling her fearless determination to save Bryan and Joe while they were human. She holds no regret as she proudly signs her answer, "The mesmerizing and beautiful seahorse." The guardian acknowledges Madissa's response with a nod, and the water shimmers with

“She’s the Luna of the White Snow pack. Her mate… the Alpha—adores her. She has his ear, always has. If she wants warriors, he’ll give them.” Thorne didn’t look convinced. “You think she’ll agree to this war? Risk her own pack’s safety for your vendetta?” I laughed, low and bitter. “She’s not some fragile housewife, Thorne. That woman is ruthless. She didn’t just climb her way into power—she tore down another woman to do it.” I looked him dead in the eye. “If I ask for warriors, she’ll get me warriors. One way or another.” Thorne’s gaze sharpened. “You’re sure?”