Ox Bike Novels & Stories

“Who are you riding with?” She looked at the two new custom bikes that had several Renegades on either side of them. The personality of each of her men was clearly embedded in their bikes. Touching the smaller one she smiled over her shoulder. “Ink.” Tank’s bike had a wider stance and shorter body. It was blocky and bulky with straight lines and thick short handles. It was flat black with black chrome. The only flashing on it was the black Roscoe Reagan Originals emblem. Ink’s bike was long sleek lines with graceful curves and decorative ape hangers. His was glossy black and chrome with a tribal design in black chromium, the shine changing colors in the sun. The Roscoe Reagan Originals emble

Ditto buddy! “What? You can fly over the river as a wolf?” I shot. “Almost, I am one of the fastest wolves in Astoria,” Kent said. Not bragging but just like it was a fact. “Why don’t you transform and I hop on your back? I can hold on pretty tight.” I suggested. Kent turned to me slowly. He looked beyond angry. “How dare you!” “What?” I asked, confused. “How dare you ask an Alpha to be your mule? I have never, will never, let anyone ride my back.” He explained further.

After finally spotting her helmet and grabbing it with one hand, it was time to push her way out the front door. Unable to hide her smile, she walked toward her bike, which was her pride and joy. She took a second to properly admire the sleek black and Barbie pink Suzuki GSXR 1000 RR. Trixie loved her Gixxer more than she should. After climbing onto the seat, strapping her helmet on, and sliding the key in the ignition, she pushed the start button. The smooth growling immediately calmed her nerves.

Meg gave each of the council members one pearl to absorb and put the rest in the guild vault and banned Xasha from touching them. The guild had gotten more popular over the last two years for their non-combat magic devices. They had entered the transportation industry and drove carriages out of business. They designed rectangular metal boxes that were 12 meters long and 9 meters high, some are even 18 meters high. They have 6 wheels made from Demon OX leather filled with air, the Demon Ox was a low-level shadow energy beast, its skin was very thick but very elastic.

Now he had an amused look on his face. “It’s fine, I’ll bring a date.” Ok, something about his statement struck a nerve. I am not admitting that the idea of Brax with another girl just rubs me the wrong way. I was about to throw another smart comment his way when he stepped away from the bike he had been leaning on. I was able to get a better look at it then. No. Fucking. Way! A ghost silver R1 with dragon scale graphics!

Kael mumbled. Just then, Oxxy wandered into the dining room, his small frame dwarfed by the large furniture. He held onto his toy car, looking around with wide eyes. The wheel was stuck, and he was trying to get someone to help. Kael and Ky exchanged glances. Ky knelt down to Oxxy's level. "Hey, little man. You like cars?" Oxxy nodded as he handed Ky the car. Ky unstuck the wheel and handed it back. He made a happy noise and then looked over at Huck, who was staring at him intently.

, Rex said snidely, what was his problem with me now. "Shut it up Rex, you're just jealous that Nox and Vixen did better than you and Yuri.", Mariana replied back at him, crossing her hands on her chest. "At least we're not using some illegal thing unlike these idiots.", Yuri shouted back at us and I told Mariana to just shake it off and tell her and everyone to celebrate all of our test today in Crystal Zilch which is a popular bar in our region. They cheered at me and with that we left our school stationary building, I went into my new Tron Bike XR2 which is the super speed motorcycle. Grabbing the glasses thing and wear it, it detects my iris and automatically extended to be a helmet. I t

They were near the edge of the parking lot, and the dark shapes of two cars loomed up ahead - the SUV and the car that Alexei and Cruz had been using. Alexei motioned them to stay silent, then pointed to a third dark shape, one Xavier hadn't noticed at first. It was smaller, and sitting in the deeper shadows near the edge of the lot. A motorcycle. "If you two came together, then who does that belong to?" The big Russian's voice was so low it was almost inaudible. "The bike?" Penny suddenly piped up. "That's mine." Xavier glanced down. "It is?" "What, you think you're the only one in this world who knows how to ride a motorcycle?" She laughed. "My car is still back at Norris. I had to find al

XOXO. The next morning, we leave early. Tiya is still sleepy, so she sleeps in the back seat, while Shrey drives the rented motorcycle alongside our car. It’s a 1987 Harley Davidson, collector’s edition, and it looks ragingly hot. The engine makes more noise than an airplane’s turbine and it looks powerful and imposing. Too bad, I would never get to drive it. My parents have always been paranoid about two-wheelers. They never let me even pillion-ride one, let alone ride it. They used to tell me ghastly

It zoomed by the platforms, locked on the front staging area where Knox was standing. “Stop it!!” Knox commanded as the guards blinked, not sure what was happening. They began to move at the motorcycle. The person cranked back on the throttle twice before popping a wheelie. As the bike revved midair, the rider let go and stepped off the motorcycle sending it flying towards the guards moving towards the bike. They tried to duck and dodge the bike but it skidded towards them taking three of them out. The bike bounced towards Knox he let out a low growl as the bike skidded to a stop in front of him.