Novel & Cerita Medusa Rider

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.

Again, Kai goes around celebrating as his men cheered him up. She looked at me and I raised the number two as she nodded, she proceeded in changing her eye color and her hands were replaced with claws. "Why do you keep counting whenever she is injured?" Xylah asked. "We made a bargain, if she is to receive another injury, am ending the game and declaring Kai the winner," I answered. "Why don't you let her go through it to the end," Bryce asked. "Well she is my queen, in case you haven't forgotten," I reminded.

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,"

"Yes, my king." Standing from his throne, Toban walked towards the general. Gripping his black cape, Toban walked down the large steps to the small landing where the general stood. Adverting his gaze from Toban's, the young man continued. "That's not the only news I have." "Go on." Toban's voice echoed off the stone walls, causing the young man to lick his dry lips. "She is a Dragon Rider." Stopping in front of his general, Toban tilted his head. "She's a what?" He asked in shock.

"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."

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

“His name is… Rider.” “Rider?” Mercy repeated the name, not just because she wanted to make sure she heard him correctly but also because she wanted to see how that name fit on her tongue. She reached into her mind for a memory, any memory, of someone by that name. But she came up empty. “Who is he?” “He’s from another pack… a nearby pack. One on the other side of the river.” “The river I came through to get into your pack lands?” August nodded. “He says that he bought you, and that your name is… Pandora.”