Night Riders นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Rafael Five fucking days without Dinara. Five fucking days without rocking his little cherub to sleep. He was livid. Always on the edge. Nicholas and Mountford were on the same boat as him. The radio silence was killing them. They had to move like assassins in the early hours of the morning. Killing and maiming. Burning hidden buildings and rescuing innocent children. Assigned scouts, men they could trust, were doing recon for the night. Taking advantage of the lull, they retired to their headquarters. One of the chains of hotels owned by Cerdic. But this one was close for the moment except for their staff running the place.

They didn't even do anything. I slow as a house comes into view. It was crimson bricks and a thick wooden door, a car with chains on the wheel sat in the drive way, a web of ice on the windshield. Golden light streamed over the snow so was guessing someone was awake. I slowed til I was almost walking and watched as the groups split as if instructed to. Mikki pads to a stop, watching in awe as the wolves charged at the building. I stared in astonishment as Bray threw himself through a window. The glass shattered and Bray disappeared inside as someone screamed. Vic leaps through another window, causing another scream and a very colourful swear word. The others piled in, vault themselves inside

This was our fault. Raphael’s fingers tighten around the edge of his seat. “Once this is over,” he says quietly, “we’re coming back. We’ll repay them for what they lost.” Grimm nods, eyes still on the diner. “We owe them that.” Dagar doesn’t say anything, but even he looks out the window a little longer than usual. We drive through the night without stopping. Hours blur together: the dark highways, the empty fields, the roar of the engine, and the white raven circling above us. Some of us nap, but it is a hard thing to do, knowing what’s waiting for us.

The roaring engine of the motorcycle finally quieted as Thalia pulled into the gravel lot of a vintage, twenty-four-hour diner. Sitting isolated under the sprawling dark sky, its buzzing neon sign cast a hazy pink and blue glow over the wet gravel. Thalia kicked the stand down and pulled off her helmet, her Lycan body heat still radiating a gentle warmth into the cool night air. Behind her, Nadia slid off the seat, her hands trembling slightly as she let go of Thalia’s waist. Neither of them spoke as they walked inside, the small bell above the door chiming softly.

"Thanks, Briar." "Don't thank me, boy," Briar mutters, turning back to his satellite screens. "Just make sure you survive long enough to kill Tristan Blackmoor. I want to see his pack flag burn before I go into the dirt." I don't waste another second. I pull my helmet over my head, lock the visor down, and step out into the cold night air of Nightfall Territory. The heavy engine of my motorcycle roars to life between my thighs, the vibration humming through my core, igniting the violent, restless heat in my blood. I kick the gear shift up and slam the throttle back, tearing away from the Silverfang Hall like a bullet shot from a barrel.

I'll go with you" the young girl said and climbed into the passenger seat beside him. Baron drove to the police station first to make reports and the police took Laura's statements down it they didn't attend to the issue until afternoon(24 hours exactly). They went with Baron and Laura to the street in search of Juana. ********************************†******** Juana had spent the night on the roof of the hebephile's house after escaping. She could hear him screaming in pain and hitting objects or perhaps it was the other way round, maybe the objects were hitting him since he couldn't see? She smiled at the thought. God had saved her, she knew for sure. He had used her dad and the pepper spra

~Maya’s POV~ I checked my watch and saw that it was almost 10 p.m. I am worn out. M-City is a new destination for me; I’ve never been there before. The city is known to be the City of Gold. A playground for the Archers. Being Lady Archer comes with a price. What on earth did Zion make me wear? The soles of my feet are aching, the backs of my heels are throbbing, and those goddamn stilettos are torturing me to death. I turned my head and glanced at my husband. He was dozing. While he was sleeping, he had such a serene appearance. I looked across to the opposite side of the airplane and saw Lucas there. I gave him the signal, and he came running over immediately.

This is the very first time that I'm climbing on a motorcycle, so I couldn't help but cling to him. I wrap my hands around his waist so tight that I bet his intenstile is about to crush into tiny little pieces. Mister handsome rode his bike to an unknown destination, and he parked his bike in front of a big hotel. 'De lav Nas Jax.' That's the name of the hotel. It's among the most expensive hotels in town. "I'll pay for the hotel room." I declare because there's no way he can afford a room. Mister handsome didn't argue with me, and we both made our way inside the room.

It’s either he is just the best liar ever, or his damn family is too stupid to see the truth that is staring them in the fucking face! For his sake, I hope he doesn’t provoke me too much, he had better turn around and he’d back home, or ill make him regret every decision he had ever made in his life. I’ll have him stripped of his title and thrown out like a fucking nobody! I got confirmation that Miles was there already, so I had confidence in myself as we approached the two crews. We parked a few miles from them, blocking their oaths with our cars. They were forced to step down from their cars and confront us. I sat on the trunk of my SUV with a bottle of scotch in my hand, watching as they

Nida didn't like to sleep with anyone, even though they fit on the mattress on top of the mat on the floor. The only light in the room came from the moon, which shone through the open window. She sighed again when the familiar sadness gripped her chest. She felt hollow, as if she wanted to embrace someone or something, but she didn't know who or what. She closed her eyes and tried to force herself to sleep. Maybe it was because of the fatigue from doing laundry earlier that she was able to fall asleep quickly. Lyzza didn't know what she was doing in that house. It was unfamiliar to her. However, there was a part of her that knew the place; it seemed familiar to her. Particularly, the big pic