Ox Bike Novels & Stories

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.

“We’ll be riding.” “Riding?” I echo. What does he mean—does he own a horse? He stops in front of an absolute monstrosity. Behind him gleams a brand-new, sleek black motorbike. It’s glossy, dangerous, beautiful. A machine that screams speed, power… and sin. “You are fucking kidding me,” I gasp. “Hop on, little Ombra,” he smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction. “You’re shitting me,” I whisper, lips parted in disbelief. My eyes can’t stop drinking in the sight. No freaking way.

He swung his leg over and dismounted - is that what it was called getting off a steel horse like this? Misty had never really had an interest in motorcycles, but with this bike, and, more likely, Denver and his leather standing in front of it...that could change. "That doesn't look like any motorcycle I've ever seen. It's way more - " She searched for the right word, and almost said "more" again. " - classy looking." "That's probably because you're used to seeing nothing but Harleys and crotch rockets." Denver ran one big hand lovingly over the dark green tank. "This here is Roxanne. She's a 1981 BMW R100RT, one of the greatest of the airheads."

"It looks like those things that Vraxlon has in his territory. To pretend that your demons are civilized.” "Vraxlon has motorcycles," I said, panting. "That's a car.” "It is still a mundane and strange vehicle.” "Let's sleep there? "Faye Asked. "Let's try to see if it still works," I replied, massaging my sore shoulders. "Even without the use of magic, you two are still strong" I directed my gaze to Vraxlon and Tennebris. “Can you take the car out of the water?”

He didn’t have a car anymore either, so he simply got on an Ofo bicycle. Xeno stood by the entrance as he watched Gerald leave. “Hey, buddy! You’re really too humble, you know? If I had as much money as you, I’d have a fleet of Maybach cars clearing the road for me, followed by at least a dozen chicks and bodyguards wherever I went!” “Also, while you’re still here, I’m going to vow right here and right now. I’m going to make sure Quazzie’s entire family regrets ever being born!” growled Xeno with resentment.

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It's so unnecessary, but whatever, I'll oblige his ego this once. "Looks like we didn't chase you off fully." The wolf is all jokes, huh? He chuckles like it's one, but we all know he isn't joking at all. I shrug. "I'm like a cat. I got nine lives." "Aren't you a fox though?" Misty asks. Yes, Capt. Obvious, I'm indeed a fox. My sarcastic remark is on the tip of my tongue when Maverick pierces me with a warning look. I swallow down those words regrettably. I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it.

I was the weapon the Iron Wolves had spent three years building without even knowing it. As we walked out to the parking lot, the Ravagers were there, twenty bikes deep. Victor Kane sat on a blacked-out Suzuki, his eyes like glass. He looked at me and tapped his throat, a silent threat of what was coming. Dax led me to the back of the garage, where a bike I'd never seen was hidden under a tarp. He pulled it back to reveal a custom-built Norton, stripped down to the frame and engine. It looked like a skeleton made of chrome and rage.

"Good point. I can stop whenever I want, and if I want to speed up, I'll tap your hand as a sign to hold on tighter." "Ok, what are you waiting for, Skater boy?", she chuckles, excited. Her arms wrap around me, and I enjoy the feeling of her body pressed against mine like that. It's a nearly three-hour ride until we reach King's Lynn, which means we won't reach it until it starts getting dark. Well, perhaps a bit faster as I would like to speed up the bike a little if Sam is fine with it. Once we are out of Oxford, I tap Sam's hand, her arms immediately wrap tighter around me, and her body moves closer. Good girl! I smile to myself.

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov