Medusa Rider Novels & Stories

“Let him land.” Alessia swallowed hard. “Why?” Ianthe stepped closer, eyes gleaming like a starless sky. “Because you must see the man you’re meant to defeat.” The air shook as the Night Riders landed in perfect formation. The lead rider dismounted, a man who is tall, dark-haired, and moon-pale, with eyes glowing faintly violet. A long coat of black feathers and silver threads draped from his shoulders. A thin silver crown sat across his brow. He removed his mask—and his gaze locked onto Alessia immediately.

It bled smoke from the seams of its flesh, and the rider atop it wore no armor, only a cloak of tattered moonsilk, stained with rust and rot. Vessa emerged from the shadows, joining them with her bow half-raised. “Moonborn,” she hissed. “But twisted. Dead too long.” The rider halted at the crater’s edge. It did not speak, but its presence said enough. Seren stepped forward. The wind shifted again, hissing through dead grass, tugging at her hair like fingers of the buried past. “Do you remember me?” she asked the figure. The rider tilted its head. Then, it bowed.

His ride dipped down so that Gavin could return the wave and share a smile with Nya before the dragon shot back up into the air, its wings flapping furiously to gain the proper height. One of the dragons, a large green one with no rider, fluttered down from the sky and came to rest not far away from where they were standing. He quickly transformed into a familiar form. Nya cringed. It was Gator. At least his clothing stayed with him, as it had with Slate and Flint, and he wasn’t standing there undressed. “Gator! It’s great to see you!” Flint said, running over to clasp hands with the trainer. “You as well,” Gator said. His eyes fell on Nya, and he grumbled something that might’ve been a gree

I walk round and then I noticed shisu I walk up to her and saw how asd she was. What appear shisu you appear so unhappy what the issue. She look at me before speaking.. My queen the evil that give up us lengthy earlier than has manifest. many life will be lost as soon as again if we do not end it… Then who is this evil you communicate of, I ask her. Her title is medusa a princess of the Underworld, she has felt the strength of the Alpha and has come to take it, now my queen you do not need worry I will protect you and the Alpha..

The other werewolves managed to get Su to join them, even though she continued to turn around and growl at Rider every few moments, and she headed off into the woods with them. Rider was still breathing, but he wasn’t getting up. He had gashes all over his chest and neck, and his face was mangled. “I’m going to go look for a healer,” Slate announced, remembering his previous mission. “Thank you, cuz,” Rider said. “I knew I could count on you.” “For Jack,” Slate clarified, and then he leaped over Rider and headed off in search of someone who might be able to save his fated mate’s brother.

Their flesh faded like smoke at the edges, and they charged with the desperation of the dead. Behind her, the cries of her people rang out. Children. Mothers. Warriors. All running. All afraid. She turned back just in time to see a figure break through the herd. A stallion. Massive. Golden. His eyes were stars—burning white-hot and endless. On his back, cloaked in shadows and stars, was a rider with no face—only a crown of thorns and constellations. The figure raised an arm and the sky ignited with fire. Serenya screamed.

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.”

Medusa responded to the lengthy speech with a lazy yawn. "I knew they'd target me," she grumbled, "listen, old hag, I'm too lazy to deal with you. But if you insist, come here on your own two feet. That's better, and I'll ensure you're the most beautiful aesthetic piece in my house!" The tablet case was folded roughly and covered the screen. It was futile as Medua tossed the thing into the bushes. Medusa pulled herself inside, slamming the double-handled door. A new drone dared to pop up next to the castle roof. The camera pans over Medusa's footsteps before slowly rising and darting away. Madam Jenn turned off the camera. She is disappointed but not surprised by Medusa's refusal. It's stran

His hands, which were terrible and burly, were already beginning to appear. "What are the children?" asked Claire. "The first one is Pegasus. The other one is...” “What ?!” exclaimed Claire impatiently. Suddenly, Medusa's first child came out with a loud growl. His small body covered in blood in a few seconds grew bigger, it is way larger than Medusa. "Khrisaor ... a giant," Leon replied softly. Khrisaor walked towards them shouting loudly. His scream sent a strong wind blowing against Leon and Claire. Meanwhile, from Medusa's flowing blood, the blood suddenly clotted and flew into the air. Within a few seconds, Pegasus appeared with its white, shining wings.