Monster Riders Novels & Stories

But as he looked at Ignis walking beside him, and felt the weight of the steel blade at his hip, he realized that if he was destined to be a monster, he would be a monster that chose its own victims. "Look," Ignis whispered, pointing toward the silhouette of the city gates against the darkening sky. A group of riders stood at the entrance, their armor reflecting the dying light of the sun. Even from this distance, Aiden could recognize the standard: the Silver Moon, etched in tarnished chrome. "They're waiting," Aiden said, his voice dropping into that chilling, metallic register. Vane pulled his collar up, obscuring his face. "They're waiting for a ghost. Let’s show them the beast instead."

But, just as I was about to retreat, the monster appeared. "What exactly would that be?" Moritz inquired, pointing to the sand rushing towards us. "Sandcrawler!" I yelled. And then we all split up, unsheathing our swords. I sprang forward as the sand surged at me, gradually revealing the monster beneath. A lengthy worm-like monster with a thousand jaws capable of mutilating any living being. Clang! I slashed the beast in one swift motion, quickly drawing my sword. The only difference is that the expected outcome did not occur. This was the first time I wasn't able to kill a monster with a single strike.

she says, her smile wide and disarming. I can see her coy abilities now and I envy them. My mind is still on the puzzle that is Jordan. There’s power in her, something dangerous and enticing. I’m aware of every movement she makes, every shift in her posture. Mirasol continues without missing a beat, “Next, we have a woman I helped train when she first started years ago. With a ten in both kill ratio and danger, meet Jade Hendrix.” The salty gulp that barrels down my throat almost clumps into something immobile---deadly.

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.

“I didn’t get the chance to thank you.” Her breath shook. “Thank me? You kissed me without my permission,” she whispered. “You scared me. And now—now you’re here? Why? What do you want from me?” The corner of his mouth tilted, almost amused. “So you know who I am.” “You’re Adriano Greco,” she said, her voice trembling. “The monster people talk about.” He took another step closer. “Monster?” he repeated softly. “That’s what they call me?”

she continued, “their blood responds before their minds do. That is why mates feel one another across distance. Why separation feels like illness.” Her gaze drifted knowingly toward me, though Mae had asked. “That is also why denying it can be fatal.” The candles flickered, shadows crawling across the walls. “Not everyone who is recognized should be turned,” the Ancient One said. “But those who ask. Those who step forward and choose the monster willingly—” She leaned toward us, voice lowering. “They almost always survive.” Her eyes locked fully onto mine. “Because the change does not create the darkness,” she said. “It only gives it permission.”

They would not rest until they had brought the Supreme God Destroyer to justice and ensured the safety of the world. Amidst the moonlit expanse of a desolate forest, seven imposing figures, their hulking forms cloaked in the shadows, stood triumphant, their laughter echoing through the silent trees. These were the Seven Werewolf Supreme God Destroyers, an elite group of rouges known for their unmatched power and cunning.

Ang dating walang takot na halimaw ay unti-unting nauupos. Then, with one final, merciless strike, Koen slashed through its core. The sky exploded with light—an intense burst of blue and gold flames that swallowed everything. The monster's form twisted, its body disintegrating, vanishing into nothingness. Wala nang natira. No body, no ashes, just silence.

They are not blood-related, but they are too close to each other. "Mother, it's our first hunting challenge tonight," he informed his mother, who had just arrived. She glares at him and smiles nervously. "You have to be careful, okay? Mother can't lose you!" she told him. "That's never going to happen. I will be the strongest and the bravest student of Mentor Larry," he proudly said. "Your enemies are not ordinary people or animals. They are monsters like werewolves, and we are their food," she advised Raiden.

Strength, speed, durability, tactical brilliance. When I pull back, his eyes are pure black. "Damn." "Yeah." I sway slightly, and he catches me. "Okay. That was more draining than expected." "You good to fight?" Doc moves closer, concerned. "I'm good." I straighten, drawing on my power to steady myself. "This is the moon's full. I've got plenty of reserves." "Then let's ride." Ryder swings onto his bike. Engines roar to life. Twenty motorcycles, twenty enhanced wolves, and one divine vessel riding toward war.