Night Riders Novels & Stories

Or the floor, or the ground, or up against a wall. I gave a tiny shudder and gave myself a concussion-inducing mental slap. I had to stop thinking about him in such an erotic way. He wasn’t my type and I was certainly not his. I’d seen him in the gossip pages, and at awards events, with blonde bombshells who looked so perfectly put together, they could have been supermodels. Some of them are supermodels. Interestingly, Niamh is a blonde bombshell with her white-blonde hair and stunning figure. I haven’t cracked any mirrors lately but I can safely say I do not look anything like a supermodel. Not even close. I fall into the category of a mousy girl next door. Or maybe a girl down the road, so

Gabriel said, "Their ancestors were all tomb raiders. Hunter's grandfather is last in the line, but all those who preceded him are famous! I never mentioned it to you because I thought Hunter told you about who he was." "He never mentioned it." "Then have you heard of the Night Men?" "I've heard them mentioned." The Night Men were a group who rested during the day and only went out at night. That was why they were called the Night Men. Legend had it that there was no grave in this world that the Night Men couldn't find. There wasn't any grave that they wouldn't rob, either. As long as they wanted to, they would even rob the grave of the gods. Not only would they rob it, but they were also co

While travelling, their noise is not so loud that it will irritate you, but I missed this, I didn't know they would get along. Gavin was next to me, silent and staring at the window, even though I was at the far end and he was in the middle. He was still looking outside while Nathan had already fallen asleep next to him so we were the only ones in the quietest row. After a few hours of travel, we arrived and my eyes wandered around. An alley is full of houses. Is this a subdivision? "Wait, are you sure about this?" I asked Adrison who was looking at his laptop. We all stared at it while watching a dot that seemed to move.

In remembrance! In remembrance! Lord Nox, the God of War, succumbed to the siege by the Ten Nations and perished in the treacherous Ocean of Death. The battleground witnessed not only the staining of azure waters but also a sea adorned with lifeless forms, as Lord Nox, with unmatched prowess, faced and conquered the formidable lions of the Ten Nations.Contrary to popular belief attributing Lord Nox's demise to the collective might of the Ten Nations, the truth unfolds that the one responsible for extinguishing his life was none other than the woman who held the deepest place in his heart.In the passage of time, Nox Greenshade stood atop the towering peaks, gazing upon the vast expanse below

Ethan's resolve to protect his pack and maintain peace with the humans was tested in ways he couldn't have anticipated. As tensions escalated between the werewolves and humans, skirmishes became more frequent, each encounter leaving wounds—physical and emotional. One fateful night, Ethan led a scouting mission near the edge of their territory, hoping to gather intelligence on human movements. The air was thick with tension as they navigated through dense woods, wary of ambushes. Suddenly, the forest erupted in chaos as arrows flew from the shadows, catching them off guard.

Later that night. At about 8:15 pm. It was the night of a full moon, a night believed to be the perfect night to create the most uncanny and formidable werewolves. Nicholas, Kimberly, and Sheila set out on the long roads of Lunadelphia, the air thick with the determination to create an army any pack or any werewolf hunter has ever seen. The army would be one that would help him eliminate all his enemies; Levi and the entire Silversmith Hunters, forever. Their first stop was the biker gang’s usual hangout spot; Mickey's pub.

“And stay out of Thorne Hill.” * All I want is a big glass of wine and my bed. Preferably with Lucas in it, naked and next to me, of course. Though I’m too tired for sex right now. But just having him next to me makes everything better. Seeing a truck with an Anderson Construction sticker on the door is the last thing I want to see when I pull into my driveway. All three of my familiars are on the porch, sunbathing like regular cats. They hold up the pretense well, but I wouldn’t be surprised if the nons close to me were suspicious, especially Betty.

Then he wondered if they were from the Hellfangs MC, but as he looked closer, he saw the colors were different, and the symbol on their backs wasn’t one he knew. “Damn it,” he whispered. “Who are you people?” They rode farther out of town, and Damian tried to keep calm, but every mile made it worse. Soon, the streetlights thinned out, and only the moon lit the road. They reached a dirt track that wound into a patch of trees, and there the bikes in front slowed and rolled into a clearing as Damian. The engines cut one by one until only the sound of Damian's car remained. Damian turned off the ignition, and he sat frozen for a second, staring at the shapes of more bikes waiting in the dark wit

Zero “After got it, Knight and Snake are already inside, I'll take the ladies through the back.” “Are we ready for this shit?” River asks us as we loom around our bikes. The lights inside the club are red and reflects partly on the ground and bike. All the men and women are humming for the night a head. I look up into the night’s sky and like all Satan nights before the sky is clear. “Let’s do this.” I look up to the sky one last time as I follow my brothers inside. Today a new Satan Sniper will rise.

Chapter Two The night was alive with the rumble of engines. headlamps cutting across Raven’s stalled Harley as Sabrina clutched her waist with trembling hands. The Moonburn Riders had come, and their formation wasn’t random, it was deliberate, primal, the way a wolf pack isolates prey before moving in.