Mirko X Mumen Rider Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

Cracker’s POV “Can I buy you a drink?” I glanced up at the biker standing next to me. He was impressive looking and, judging from his vest, also an MC. But I didn’t recognize the name. He was probably an enforcer like Steel, but not nearly as muscular, or as handsome, or as--- I mentally groaned.

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.

He gained on me as I backed up on the large tree,I tried getting to my feet but the excruciating pain in my ribs made it hard . Coming head to head with me ,he stops I couldn't believe my eyes there was no one a black mist that was impossible I blinked hoping I was dreaming Suddenly he blows up in a cloud of pitch black smoke then am pulled to the darkness

"That doesn't make sense at all, he's the prince and soon to be a King while you are a prince." "I'm hotter than him, he got his from his big brother." He vented as he flipped his inexistent hair. "This is ridiculous, you aren't hot." I scoffed sarcastically, making him glare at me. "It was a joke." I added. "As if I could trust you." He rolled his eyes and opened the door where the members sat on a chair with a table as a support, all of them holding a glass full of rich dark wine. Rhyker was the first one to notice us, he tilted his head and beckoned for me to come closer. I looked to Zane, who sniggered and waved at me childishly.

"It's preferable to go home." Afterwards, we put our shoes and immediately head to his bike. We came to the beach on his big sleek motorcycle. It's an amazing black Kawasaki Ninja with some prominent white outlines. I was afraid to have a ride on this beast at first, but I trusted Eren though he tried to scare the hell out of me by burning up the road like grease lightning.

Whatever happens, she must remain unharmed; she is my Queen, and you will give her the respect she is due. He heard them call out as one. ‘For the Club, For our King and for Our Queen. We are the Blue Moon Bikers.’ Maverick felt a ripple of pride run through him at their loyalty, but he had no time to revel in it. ‘Let’s go.’ He said quietly, turning his bike and revving the engine as he led them towards what he knew might be his final battle. Mervon was curled up on the small single bed, trembling in shock, trying desperately to pull in air to her lungs, fighting the imminent panic attack.

"Luna. Run. NOW." Gasping for air, Luna blindly went to the back exit again and grabbed her bike. She didn't understood what was happening. Nothing was making sense to her. The voice kept telling her to get away as fast as she could and she did. It was giving her directions; turn left, just run straight ahead, don't look back it'll just slow you down. Her body was so exhausted at this point now, that her knees started to wobble beneath her.

He grinned at her in a way she could only describe as predatory. "Who are you?" Liv tried to stand, but was still unable to make it to her feet. Her head swam from the blow to her head. "Come now, beauty. Let me help you." The strange man lifted her by the armpits and walked her to a fur covered chair near a table. "I am Killian O'Mara of the Blackfoot Pack," he said with the slightest Irish lilt to his voice. He gave her a courtly little bow before sitting in the chair across the table from her.

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