Mirko X Mumen Rider Novels & Stories

I nodded, making my way to my quarters to get dressed. After a quick change, I headed outside for a run before training. By the time I reached the training grounds, Simon was already waiting along with my trio of guards, whom I now mentally dubbed the M-uskateers. But there was also a fifth figure with them—a tall, dark-haired man I didn’t recognize. Simon waved me over. “Miria, meet Martin, Michael, and Mika.” He motioned toward the trio, each of them nodding in turn, and I smiled back, amused by my own little nickname for them.

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Climbing out of my car Garrett is there to hold my hand and guide me around the building. Once we got inside, we are welcomed by a tall man with deep brown eyes and salt and peppered colored hair dressed in a dark navy suit sans a tie with the top button undone. Garrett walks up to the man and shakes his hand. They talk for a few minutes before Garrett introduces me to the man, I now find out is his manager, Maverick. But he prefers to be called Mav for short. I am standing around this lobby seeing pictures of different riders, some on podiums, some riders in midair from doing jumps, some riders on bends and others are with some riders at what looks like team tents. I can see Garrett in a fa

[Remorhaz -Mystic rank] Level 78 HP:9000 CON:900 ATK:120. STR:24 DEF:98. DEX:19 MP:70. INT:14 Speed:23. AGI:23 [Skills: fire immunity(Unique) Ice immunity(Unique) Darkvision(R) Crushing Bite(Elite) Conversion(Mystic) Poison Spines(Elite) Heated body(Mystic)]

Amelia felt a rush of power she has never felt before coursing through her body. “I hereby proclaim Amelia Snow as the Alpha and first member of the Hunter Race, does anyone stand against this?” Lariempi declared to the heavens with a voice louder than thunder, a few seconds passed and then lightning flashed and thunder rumbled violently, at this very instant Amelia felt something change within her but she couldn’t point at exactly what changed.

I waited in the dark parking lot of our school for ten minutes before I saw the headlights that turned toward me. Steve and Mike climbed out of a truck and walked to where I was leaning against my Jeep. They were too relaxed to suspect anything. “Hey, man, this is going to be awesome,” Mike said and blew on his hands and put them under his arms against the cold. I smiled as I looked at them and lifted my hands. “I command from the gods, the righteous path to unfold. Rjóðr eldr.” The red flames formed in my hands and it glowed eerily in the dark.

Like he punched a hole in a roll of paper. “They’re down there,” he hisses. I crouch and peek through the window to where he’s pointing. Three Silver Hunters walk through the courtyard. The Hunters are clad in black armor, their heads covered with hoods. Their mouths are hidden behind masks, and their eyes are hidden behind dark visors. Their boots crunch on the grass, and their voices are low but contain a sense of urgency. “Can you hear what they’re saying?” I whisper. Alec growls low in his throat. “They’re talking about how well this has worked out. That the… invitation was a great idea.”

The female summoner was remarkably beautiful with rosy lips and white teeth. Yet, a hint of coldness lingered in her features, resembling a beauty only suitable for distant admiration. Adrian mumbled, "Who’s she? Could it be a high-ranking summoner?" "Mihika, do you think we should find a way to deal with Adrian?" Morok asked, "He ruined my plans, and it's unforgivable. That's why I invited you here. I want you to help me teach him a lesson!"

Forty minutes later, Malachi’s Navigator stopped in the driveway and he walked into the kitchen toward the table where we all sat. He slapped me on the back and sat down. Kiran poured him a drink and put the bottle down in front of him next to the glass. “This is the team. This is Joshua or Romeo, Nick or Cinderella, Nataly or Rambo, Nicole the newbie, Charlie or Blue. Those are their code names. Kade Kominiski works from Detroit and I have no idea why is with them. Out of all of them, Charlie’s the king with a sniper rifle. Nick is very good at being where you don’t expect him to be. Nataly can fight and with a knife in her hands, she’s lethal. Joshua is big and strong but you can walk righ

Ricky’s cracking voice sounded borderline masculine as he called out to his friend with urgency, banging his fist on the back door of the truck. Ricky was sixteen years old, and he was the youngest Death Row Infantry-man who worked for the Death Row Corp. Carlos opened the armored truck’s automatic rear door to reveal a slender, pale-skinned Asian kid with a white mohawk and a black eye patch over his left eye. Ricky was an energetic young man, and he looked a little androgynous, which was why he struggled to grow a mustache beneath his developing nose.