Novelas y relatos de Night Riders

STIX The renegades moved their motorcycles into the back of the mill, before retiring to the rooms Mary assigned them. At this point, if there were any nosey shits on our pack territory, we didn’t want them finding out the renegades were here. The only problem was they would have heard them. There was no mistaking the sound of their large and loud bikes. Anyone would be able to hazard a guess as to who rolled in in the late hours of the night.

“I’ll come with you.” Niel drove us to a restaurant where we ate dinner before hitting the road around eight in the night for a ten-hour journey to the north. The car was dead silent. The two boys didn’t like that we had to travel at night, contrary to their plan, because of me. A ten-hour journey was like a death sentence to me because I had never left the Phoenix Pack before. I have had fantasies of traveling and seeing the world and could have been excited, but the situation was different now. I was willingly stepping into the den of hungry northerners.

Nicholas stood up and carried her to his car. Patiently, Nicholas fastened Kimberly's seatbelt. He gazed at Kimberly for a while before driving off. The city was not quieter at night than during the day; in fact, it seemed busier. Many nighttime entertainment venues livened up the night. It wasn't uncommon to see people pulling over by the roadside to vomit due to excessive drinking. Most young people in the city enjoyed going out at night for entertainment. Only a few stayed home and didn't get caught up in the scene.

Nighttide was known for being extra secretive and protective; all that was known about them was that their army and warriors were mighty, and they were ones every pack – neighbouring or afar – wanted an alliance with them. Though their preservative instincts kept them hidden within the shadows, literally. Clicking through pages and pages of historical articles, Suki finally came across a picture – no, a painting – of a forest. It looked as if whoever created the image had done so from the sky, perhaps being up in the mountains. The painting itself presented a beautifully open forest, lit by the sun, but there was a patch that wasn’t catching any rays – a small, misshapen oval completely engu

she asked, positioning herself behind the solid wood of the porch railing where she'd have cover and a clear view of the approaching riders. "We're about to find out," Jax replied, though his stance relaxed slightly as the lead bike came into view. "It's Ghost. But he's not alone, and he didn't call ahead." The motorcycles roared into their peaceful clearing like a invasion force, engines cutting out in unison as six men dismounted. Ghost led the group, his pale face grim, while behind him came faces Raven recognized from their war days—Diesel, Viper, Hawk, and two newer prospects she didn't know.

The question was—could he trust it? Night fell, but the city didn’t sleep. Taverns buzzed with talk, radio hosts speculated, and in the lit apartments, whispers of deals spread. If Rico was a prize, who would claim him first—the man who shouted from the radio towers or the one who mourned him in print?

“Gonna be a long ride.” The night was alive with the rumble of engines as we rolled out of the clubhouse parking lot, the dim glow of the streetlights flickering over our convoy like a strobe. The Warriors rode in tight formation, our bikes a unified force slicing through the quiet streets. Behind us, Viktor’s SUVs followed like silent predators.

He slid down, dazed. “Next time,” Talia grunted, swinging her broken haft like a bat to catch another lunging figure in the gut, “we pick a nice, simple patrol. Wolves. Bandits. No fanatics. Deal?” “Deal,” Rin said. Her chest heaved. “We’ll put it to the council.” The first of the riders burst through the gap in the wall then, a dark blur and the shine of steel: Nightfang colors, Blackmoon cloaks, hooves throwing up dust.

POV Sammy I let what Cash's friend and Locke had told us sink in. If they were telling the truth, Kitty was in more danger than we thought. This trip was only going to take a couple of days. Luckily, the Vampires had a road system cleared the entire way down since they had been clearing roads since the start of the Nightmare. They used them to find humans that wanted to be turned. I realized that they were probably taking some humans to feed off of since we all needed blood but I didn't want to think about that part. I couldn't.

Motorcycles sped over, over took the ride they can, then tall buildings of companies and houses was viewed up there on our way. I had no idea where we were, but it became tiring as the distance was a bit far from home now. Almost everyone were asleep now, some were busy with their phones while some still chat with their sit partners. I rested my head on the head rest as I enjoyed the music by Johnny drille that rocked in my ear. "Hey!" Someone whispered. "Can I say something?" I removed a piece to listen to the intruder. "What!" My brow furrowed, still in the same position.