Meleys Rider Novels & Stories

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

“You gonna tell me who she is now?” I glance back toward the track, toward the echo of engines and energy, and the memory of the rarest and most beautiful shade of turquoise eyes looking at me, completely stunned because she couldn't believe she won a in car race. “No,” I say flatly. Rafe just watches me silently for a while, saying nothing. Meanwhile, my thoughts spiral. Why was Meeka riding with one of my Bolt drivers? She didn’t look like someone whose plan was to head to a club. And even if she were, she’d have used her own car, not order a Bolt.

The rider was staring at the smoking ambulance. Cale walked up to the rider. "I need your bike," Cale said. "Excuse me?" the rider asked, flipping up his visor. "My partner is dying," Cale said. "I need your bike." The rider looked at Cale. He saw the hospital gown tucked into jeans. He saw the cast. He saw the blood on Cale’s face. And he saw the eyes. The rider got off the bike. "Take it," the rider said. "Keys are in it."

The Mist Prowler crossed the wide open space with a sprint that neared the speed of the fastest medium mechs. Unfortunately, its shiny exterior easily reflected the bright sun in the sky, drawing all sorts of unsavory eyes at him. The scouts that have already reached the nearby ridges grew red, and those with ranged weapons started to fire potshots at him. At this range, the chances of getting hit was minimal, but Joshua didn't enjoy the experience.

came a new voice, deep and velvet, “ashes do not remember their kings.” Serenya stiffened. From the haze of smoke and twilight, a rider emerged. His stallion was black as pitch, its bridle adorned with silver thorns. The man atop it was young, but his presence was older than steel. He carried himself like a crowned sovereign, though no crown rested upon his head. Kaelen’s hand was on his sword instantly. “Identify yourself.” The rider dismounted with ease, his boots striking the earth as though the ground itself recognized him. His hair was dark as midnight, and his eyes carried a strange glow, like embers refusing to die.

Lisa gasped along with half the crowd as the two of them collided and one was thrown completely off his horse. She didn’t even know the rules, she realised but she could guess that being unseated was probably not a good move. A man climbed up a small ladder and put an ‘X’ next to one of the names and crossed another out completely. They watched as the next round followed and then the next. Two new riders prepared themselves. One on a bay, one on a grey horse. Mira squealed suddenly and lisa realised that the rider on the bay was Ridley. He rode up to their box and Mira leaned out and gave him a small piece of fabric that he kissed dramatically and tucked into his armour.

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.

Sorry", Meagan exclaimed with an obvious blush on her face. "So, do you mind telling me your name?" "Oh! I'm Meagan. Meagan Bridgeton" "That's Lovely. Nice to meet the best female rider I've ever known”, Ray complimented, offering her a handshake. Meagan slowly returned the gesture and their palms folded into a mild shake. Ray, still standing next to Meagan asked, "So you stay around?" "Yeah, St. Louis drive way. Not far from the gas station" "Really!?, I stay around Louis drive too. It's a white story building opposite a creepy mansion", Ray replied in excitement.

The north track stretched in front of us peacefully and emptily, or so I thought until I spotted two riders in the distance. “Do you see them?” Lily asked. I squinted, trying to see clearly. “I see two people. Not clearly, though.” We continued down the track until they were well in sight. “Oh, look who’s here,” Lily whispered beside me. My heart did a complicated little flip as I recognized the riders. Cedric, our target, looking every inch the playboy philanthropist on his gleaming bay stallion. And beside him, sitting his mount like he'd been born to it was Alexander.

He warned, before walking out and heading to the entrance. I finished work with Rider standing close. He was the only brother, beside Alex, who stayed this close to me. He was constantly looking round, trying to spot any threats. Everyone had been vetted by Holgate, he was just being precautious. It was coming up to 5pm, time to clock off. I wasn’t working late today, I had the rest of the week, because I wanted to catch up on what I had missed, but I had nothing left to do. I logged out of my computer, signaling to my boss that I was done for the day. He nodded and gave me a thumbs up. He also nodded to Rider, Rider was intimating to everyone I worked with, he was tall, around 6ft 6. He pro