Mirko X Mumen Rider Novels & Stories

“I want pressure. I want mistakes. And I want them to be able to feel the fear of being trapped.” “And what do you gain from this?” he asked carefully. “You do realize that the rogues play their games according to what they want, they don’t really tend to know what being tamed is for later, and they wouldn’t know what the word control actually means, nor do they know what the word stop means if they were ordered to.” I turned to face him, my smile cold and precise. “I start by destroying Marcel.” I said calmly. “I don’t aim for them to stop if they start with the others anyway.”

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

“… my knight. Former trainer of the pack warriors, Daffer Mortigo. Head maids’ daughter, Zea Murhum. And the fifth and the last person who would train under you is very special, so please take an excellent care of him — Morfan, the beta of the pack.” I said with a smile. “WHAT!” “What!” “Whaaat!” Morfan, Hikari and Amor said respectively in unison.

The road home was long. But for the first time in longer than I could remember, I wasn’t afraid of where it led. Until the rider came. He appeared from the north, his horse lathered and wild-eyed, pushing the animal so hard it was staggering by the time it reached us. “My lord,” he gasped. “Silvermoon Pack.” Viktor’s froze beside me. “What about Silvermoon?” he said, his voice very calm. The rider swallowed hard, his face filled with worry.

“And their Luna, Lila, is a seer, known for her visions. Kira’s mate, Josh was from the Silver River pack. There are rumours that their Luna saw visions of what was supposed to happen with Kira but never told her even though they were friends. Now, of course there is no way to know the truth but we have made it a habit to not trust that pack.” At the mention of Josh Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat. He was a scumbag who broke Kira’s heart into a million pieces. Mate bond is considered to be the most sacred one among the werewolves and he still went ahead and hurt Kira. The Blue Orchid pack is absolutely right in their decision to not trust them.

I stared at them coldly then said each word with finality. "Death be upon those who point their swords to my face in exchange for my people. I, Dante Montenegro from the Blood Moon pack, I build my throne with the skeletons of my enemies,"

It'll be too late until he reaches there. His heart stuttered. Was she going on a death mission? No! She couldn't fight alone against Alonso. No! No! No! Hunter was already running out of the mansion as he mind-linked Rasmus, Luca, and his warriors.

“You heard me. I need you grounded, not performing for the floor.” I slipped them off quietly, placing them by the door. The tiles were cold under my feet. “Good. Now stand straight. Not stiff, just… aware.” He finally looked at me, eyes scanning me over, not in a judging way, but in a way that made me suddenly conscious of my shoulders, my arms, the way I was breathing. ‘My name is Smith young, I’d be your coach on your vocal trainings. You can call me coach Smith.’ He ended his introduction with a smile that was not too cold nor too friendly. But he made sure it made me comfortable and it worked.

" N-o! Lea-ve m-e dammit!" Lifting him up making his feet to hang in the air. He is made to hang in front of Miraki. The sight making dread to settle in him. Miraki i.e the strongest wolf in history was an almost triple size wolf with jet black fur. Red eyes. Long barred canines and an aura that can make a pup piss. His nails were like pointed knives which could kill by mere touching. Yet the most striking thing was that mark of 7 stars on his back. Connected by a yellow light of thread.