Night Riders Novels & Stories

A man, standing in a busy street, throws a Molotov cocktail into an oncoming car's window. Janice could now tell the walls had been covered with sheets of thick plastic and an unseen projector was throwing up images on every possible surface. The air was full of noise, a dirty, toothache inspiring static that swelled to a volume which Janice feared would do permanent damage to her inner ear. If I ever get out of here… Janice thought to herself. A 50s era rock band plays in a diner, a group of teenagers dancing before them. A butcher, dressed in full protective gear, cuts into a hooked cow carcass.

Alex wondered if he would stay in that position or if the rolling wheels of Miller’s chair would slowly creep away until his feet crashed to the ground. Would he wake up if that happened? Possibly not. Once Alex and Miller had been out on the county road with the speed gun and Miller had conked out in the passenger seat. When an out-of-towner in a yellow Mustang went by doing a cool eighty-five miles per hour Alex had flipped on the lights and sirens and pulled out behind him. Miller slept right through the sirens and the rapid acceleration of their squad car. He snored through Alex getting out to ticket the driver and all the way back to the pullout where they’d started. In fact, Miller did

“So, you are a country girl?” “Oh yeah. I loved to camp and go four-wheeling. I love a good bonfire. Good old fashioned country nights are always the best. You go four-wheeling, build a bonfire, camp out at night and wake up the next morning to fresh country air. It’s even better to wake up next to someone in that tent.”

I nod, already turning to deliver the news, and catch the flash of pure, disbelieving gratitude cross Piet's face when I do, five weeks of careful penance finally earning him this one chance to matter in the way he's wanted to most. We ride out as the sun breaks fully over the eastern hills, six of us total, Rhydian and me at the front, Sable and Piet close behind, two of Nightfall's most seasoned trackers rounding out the formation. The land changes gradually as we move east, familiar territory giving way to the wilder, less governed stretches that mark the edge of anyone's real jurisdiction, forests growing denser, the road narrowing until it's barely more than a suggestion worn into the e

Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted across this dark, lifeless plain. In a different plane lied a primordial creature of the night finding solace in the eternal night that plagued his castle, the whistle and Chimes of fate had stirred his old blood awake. He knew that times were finally changing, and it seemed he had to get back to the game. "I wonder how Netherndel is faring, it's time I get back" his deep red eyes shone with a dangerous glint as he looked across the darkness, his eyes seemed to bypass the veil between planes for his gaze had a godly presence that came with it.

Lyric turned on the headlights as the sun slipped below the horizon. She had to decide whether to drive through the night or to find somewhere to stop and try to get some sleep. She had a swag in the back. It would be a tight fit with Niarthen, but they would be able to get some sleep. She did not feel entirely comfortable with the idea of sleeping within a crowded canvas structure with things like the person they had run over roaming the highway. Were there more out there? What was he anyway? Niarthen had spoken about him as a creature and as a type of weapon.

Krystal wouldn't be aware of it anyway after all I'm not committed to her. "Hey, Nick, sort out some bitches. I want to play," I phoned Nick as I left the house. I need to fuck some bitches.

I need to go, I'll call you later. Roberth comes out singing some song while driving at full speed to his house. Everything conspired against his tastes and wishes, being so upset that he didn't even notice the girl crossing the street in a hurry, without observing life he drove at full speed without looking back. and continued on as if nothing was happening. When he saw it he was on top of Sarah who screamed and dropped her books on the floor. She snorts and goes back to get her books and manuscripts. Roberth gets out of the car and says:

“Glad you’re having fun.” “Glad I took your challenge. Thank you, alpha.” “Anytime for my girl.” But our fun ended there. Abruptly. “Who are these guys, Knight?” My pulse raced as Knight slowed down his bike when three Harleys and a Ford truck parked in the middle of the road. “Stay calm. Your heartbeat is racing. Don’t vanish, Nirvana.” Knight halted his bike a few meters away from the gangs. “That’s Cadogan’s son, Travis, in the center and his men.”

"What the hell is going on? I don't know either." "Mahira, you must remember something, right? Can you explain everything to me? I really don't remember anything. I didn't go straight home last night because I was invited by my office friends to a bar to celebrate one of our friend's birthdays. I remember that I had a drink there, but after that, I don't remember anything anymore other than I felt calm that night," Adam explained. Adam's face was no less panicked. I could catch the honesty in Adam's eyes. I was sure Adam hadn't done this on purpose. But is it really true that he doesn't remember anything about what we did together last night?