Motorcycle Night Rider Novels & Stories

The guard just smiled. I then said goodbye and turned my motorbike back on the road to the housing complex exit. From a distance, I could see the headlights of a two-wheeled vehicle. Due to the glare, I was dazzled. I replied by turning on my remote light many times. As if understanding my code, the two-wheeled vehicle's lights were lowered into a regular night light. Getting closer, we looked at each other. Apparently, the two-wheeled vehicle was in the form of a CBR 500. The motorbike rider was wearing a racing helmet while his body was wrapped in a maroon leather jacket.

I instinctively raised my hand to shield my face, squinting as the high beams forced me to look away. The headlights dimmed as the motorcycle screeched to a halt in front of me, tires squealing against the pavement. Lowering my hand, I narrowed my eyes, heart pounding in my chest, as I studied the rider and the bike. It wasn’t Aleric. “Who are you?” I asked, eyeing the motorcycle with suspicion. Unlike Aleric's jet-black bike that blended with the night, this one was all silver—shiny and unmistakable. Aleric’s bike could vanish into the shadows, but this one was too distinct. Too loud.

“I think there is a whole boy band and their crew members waiting." “Don't worry, help is on the way..." Another shot goes off and this time, I get a clear view of the rider. He is bulky and has a dragon tattoo on his left arm. His shirt sleeve is not big enough to cover it up. I door at his arm and don't miss. I see him lose control and I use the opportunity to maneuver the car to hit his bike. He falls off the bike and rolls off. Amateurs. I just know they don't want to kill me.

“Yeah baby, let’s get it! Damn it Ryder, I never thought you would have it in you. Shit yeah, this is going to be a night to remember!” I begin to walk my bike out of the storage unit with a slow roll, careful not to run my bike into anything when I do so. What Luca said just now has me a little confused. Apparently, this is something I have never done before, and Judging by his level of excitement, I feel a little scared. I decided to let it go. Whatever it is, it can’t be that bad, right? I slide my riding gloves over my hands and pull my helmet over my head. The snap from the latch secures it in place. I’m a hybrid and none of this riding gear is needed, but road rash hurts like a bitch.

Big bully Ben was just catching up to him outside the bus, ready to grab him by his bag when the sound of a smooth running engine suddenly filled the vicinity. The whole of North Atlanta High, including Nat and Cassie, had to stop and marvel at the motor bike that rolled into the school before stopping in front of the bus. "Who is that?" gasped Cassie, mesmerized. They watched the rider slowly get up from the bike—a red Ducati Monster 795. He was clad in a classic red leather jacket and blue jeans then stepping on the ground with black boots. The rider went on to take off the black helmet, revealing a boy with thick black hair which thinned out from the sides of his square head down to the s

Then he swung his leg over the bike, twisting the throttle as he sped off into the night. The city blurred around him. Horns blared, tires screeched and someone yelled a curse. It was the typical night ride life. He raised a middle finger, grinned and cut through the streets like the ghost rider, like nothing could stop him. He didn’t stop till he got to the location she asked them to meet. Wilson pulled up, cutting the engine as he let the quiet settle around him. He placed his helmet on his bike and looked around. The blackness of the ocean stretched out before him, the dim light of the moon shimmered on the surface of the waters and the sound of the waves sent a refreshing calm through hi

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

The underground circuit was alive tonight—rubber burning against concrete as the crowd buzzed with anticipation. I pulled up on shadowfang, my custom matte—black ducati panigale v4 with red accents. Crimson underglow lit the street beneath it, red rims spinning like fire. A wolf fang etched near the tank, and a nitrous boost sat hidden under the seat. This bike was tailored for one thing— Dominance. I climbed my bike, pulling off my helmet— the chill of the night slammed in on my face as I shook my hair. My eyes swept across the circuit. This place was like a second haven but I didn't come for fans of fame. I always came for the rush.

I hissed, kicking the kickstand up. I revved the engine, the vibration traveling through my spine, but the noise couldn't drown out the image of Jax’s hand sliding down to Lila’s waist. He caught my gaze over her shoulder and gave me a slow, mocking salute. He knew. He knew exactly how to get under my skin without throwing a single punch. "Line 'em up!" the flag girl shouted. I pulled my bike to the line. To my left was 'Viper,' a Skulls rider who rode like he had a death wish and no one to go home to. To my right, unexpectedly, was Jax on a sleek, blacked-out Ducati.

The roads were already deserted even tough it wasn't that late in the night. Out of nowhere, a masked bike rider came at Razzak and snatched her bag. " Oh my god! Thief.... It's a thief. Help! Police! " We turned instinctively and began running after the bike, which was impossible but were we expected to give up without even trying. "Not on my watch moroon! " A figure appeared in a black leather jacket and with one single kick, was able to topple the rider. The bike crashed on a lamp post and the rider flew to the over side of the road.