Meleys Rider Novels & Stories

In the mist of their discussion three figures, vested in leaf-green salamander wool cloak approaches on horses, one of which reigned a spare horse. “Please tell me those are friendlies and not bandits.” With a chuckle Mira points at the riders, “Those are my team-mates El” “Team-mates? What am I missing here?” “You’ll know soon enough. The black rider is Lukas." Mira began with the rider by the left, he was brute, having black curly hair and an innocent look. "The next is Jake." A slim fair lad, the youngest of the riders, he was the one holding the spare horse. "The fair beauty is Karin." Mira smiled at the dazzling blonde that kept Elroy staring.

Strong and fast and completely uninjured. Cheers erupted across the field. The winner was lifted from his bike, celebrated, claimed as strong and worthy. But my attention had already moved to the riders still struggling to finish. One in particular caught my eye, a man whose bike had taken too much damage, who was limping across the finish line long after everyone else. He was bleeding, shaking, clearly human. Two pack members grabbed him roughly, dragging him from his bike. His protests turned to screams as they hauled him toward Zeus’s platform.

For several moments, nobody spoke. Maya looked at me, those eyes again. Those same eyes that had been taking me apart piece by piece since Sherwood Forest. She waited. She was getting better at that and I wasn’t sure whether I found it reassuring or dangerous. “Draken’s tracker,” I said. “He’s human. A day rider.” “I know the colors,” she said quietly. “I know you do.” Silence settled over the clearing, as the horses lowered their heads and began grazing, their teeth pulling calmly through the grass. Somewhere above us, a woodpecker started its mechanical tapping.

and she shut her eyes while her mind raced with crazy thoughts on where he might be taking her. When the bike came to a halt he hopped off “keep them closed” he said and next thing she was being scooped up off the bike bridal style. She felt him moving and when he had stopped he gently put her on her feet. “Open your eyes” he encouraged her. She slowly opened her eyes, they were atop a hill overlooking the city. The dun was just now setting and the city lights glowed. It was truly a beautiful sight. “Do you have any idea where we are?” He asked her. She shook her head no, still too mesmerized by the beauty of the view to make a sound. “Look behind you” he turned around and was now looking i

Perhaps he might be packing dynamite if all the Riders were as good as Cracker proclaimed Steel was--- and at that, my pussy once again reminded me, that BOB wasn’t a real man and that Prez could definitely outperform him any day of the week… “Got it,” he suddenly exclaimed, bringing me back to the present. Embarrassed at my own thought, I quickly shook them off and focused! He opened up a side panel--- and to my surprise, the compartment where the motor was supposed to be was a large box filled with SD cards.

Every sound seemed to echo. Minutes stretched. Then one of the riders shouted. “Over here!” I ran to him. Half-buried beneath a fallen beam was a broken saddle. Red Moon leather. Warren’s. The world tilted for a second before I forced my breath steady. “Clear it,” I ordered. We lifted the beam, piece by piece. Beneath it, the ground showed blood, but no body. “He’s not here,” the rider said. “He’s alive,” I whispered. “Or taken,” Grayson’s voice said in my head, though he wasn’t there.

“Eight riders. Maybe ten.” Maelis gave him a look. “That pleases you?” “I dislike being underestimated.” “You must be miserable often.” His grin widened. Then he and three Ashvale wolves rode toward the sound. Torren remained with us. “You are coming?” I asked. “My mark is needed if Graymere is to stand as witness.” “What about Ashvale?” “Oren enjoys problems. He will find us.” That sounded extremely believable. We took the lower road east. Not the main Thorncrest road. Not yet.

Chapter 8: Claimed Forever The summer storm rolled in fast that afternoon, dark clouds swallowing the Texas sky while the air hung thick and electric. Colt didn’t care. He found me in the barn after lunch, eyes blazing with that feral hunger I’d grown addicted to. “Get on Thunder, little filly,” he growled, already saddling the big stallion. “We’re riding out now. I need to feel you again.” “But it’s daytime,” I whispered, heart racing. “What if someone sees?”

A rider. One horse. Moving at impossible speed through the mist. My stomach tightened immediately. The rider wasn’t slowing down. If anything, they seemed desperate. Behind me, Selene’s expression darkened. “Something’s wrong.” The rider finally reached the edge of the clearing. The horse nearly collapsed beneath them. The moment they dismounted, several Hollow soldiers rushed forward. The rider ignored them. His eyes found Lucien immediately. “Alpha.” The man’s voice shook. Not from exhaustion. From fear.

“Is there a way to contact Alpha Kaelor’s residence from the packhouse?” “Yes, my Lady” They answer at once. Relief crashes through me. Thank the gods! “Good,” I say, breathless. “I need to reach a friend.” The only one who might be able to save me from what’s coming. ~~~~~ THE NEXT DAY “Place your palms on his chest,” Maelis says calmly. “Use them for balance. When you get better at riding, you won’t need them anymore. That’s when you let your hands wander. Your waist. Your breasts. Slow. Show them off proudly.”