Ox Bike Novels & Stories

“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.

This time, Thomas wants to relive their togetherness on a motorcycle. Although... he dug a bit deeper into his wallet for the brand-new motorcycle, which was neatly parked in the basement. There's no way he'd go to Bogor on his Ninja. Aside from still being cautious with his back, he had to consider Olive's comfort as well. So, the choice for his one-year-old black PCX was made. It's still in excellent condition, not a scratch on its body. That's the one he'll be taking on the ride to Puncak in Bogor. Who knows, Olive might want to visit one of the tourist spots there.

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.

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!

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.

Paddy had confirmed that all was not the way it seemed to be. Frowning and deep in thought, he swung himself onto his black sports bike, a powerful Kawasaki ZX series bike that had been a recent gift from his parents. It was high-powered with sophisticated suspension systems and high-performance brakes, and he had made sure to get it typically stuffed with the latest and greatest technology available. Claude had whistled in awe but he had remarked, in his frank way, “ It doesn’t look too comfortable, Paddy!”