Night Riders Novels & Stories

Night Rider and Night Wing rushed to the core where the blue light was. Chris dispersed his seal once he saw that Night Wing was next to the older man. Night Wing struck the man without giving him a chance to say anything and swung his over his shoulder as he rushed back. Night Blade was already in position, ready to be pulled up as soon as the older man was buckled onto him. The trio had a tacit understanding and didn’t need instructions to be spelt out.

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

“Velma, you don't understand. The sun is gone. It's the time of the moon now and the Fangtastic Forest is not safe for werewolves, much less humans. The night walkers are out now.” “Fuck! I forgot about them,” Nigel cursed. “Night Walkers are vampires who can't walk in the sun, so they hunt at nights,” Miranda declared, and again Lazarus was impressed. “So now you all see why you have to spend the night here?” Lazarus said this looking directly on Velma, whose face was so red she had to turn her eyes on the floor. “OK that’s the smart thing to do,” Valko added.

Nick said. “Are you joining us for lunch?” Joshua asked and I nodded. “Where are we going?” “Nataly’s,” Nick said. “Okay, I’ll give you a half hour head start and still beat you there,” I said. Charlie flipped me his middle finger and I laughed. I started the bike and cruised behind Joshua’s car. Charlie and Nick drove with him and Nataly was next to me on her Aprilia RSV 1000R.

The man did not even look at me as he answered, “Soon.” It was dark, and I did not remember the path to the shooting location. There were three men and another woman in the car. The woman was a staff member. She had been speaking to the client at the shooting location. After they got into the car, no one said a thing. It was as if they all knew where this car was actually headed. I felt a little uneasy. It should have taken only an hour to arrive at the hotel, but the driver had been driving for one and a half hours.

Nyra patted the neck of her mount, Ashwing; a coal‑black mare with flecks of silver in her coat. Kaelan vaulted up first. “I will scout ahead and send word by raven.” He swung into the saddle, and with a nod, spurred Ashwing across the courtyard. Dust kicked up in his wake. Selene mounted her mount, Nightfall, and Ryker mounted Stormbreaker, his warhorse. Nyra settled into Ashwing’s saddle. The five riders set out through the northern gates, banners snapping in the evening breeze. The road wound through ancient oaks whose branches arched overhead. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting shifting patterns on the moss‑covered path. Crickets chirped, and an owl called from the canopy.

Night Riders often turned evil eyes on the Night eagles for their strength, control and power. Life for life and blood for blood. They have practiced enough of the mafia rule and suffered their losses. How much longer? Nikolas was about to call the shots because the very night Juliet had told him she had been shooting off suspicious stares around her. Somebody was following them. Though he brushed her statements away calling them as only her illusions to ease her, he knew very well her notions were not baseless.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

Clara It’s deep into the night when I jolt awake, my chest rising and falling with sharp, rapid breaths. Sweat clings to my skin, my heart hammering like a drumbeat in the dark. The nightmare fades in fragments, flashes of shadows, a voice I couldn't quite place, the overwhelming feeling of being chased. I sit up slowly, the bedsheet twisted around my legs, and take a moment to ground myself The soft glow of the moon filters through the curtains, casting long, pale shapes across the room.

“Oh?” “Yes. The darkness from beyond night itself wishes bad things, don’t you know?” Ralta smiled. “Then we shall crush them and their hairy pets. This time, we will be ready and will be coming for them. I do so detest being the southbound end of a northbound female dog.” ***