Rider Fate Zero Novels & Stories

She said her voice dripping with sarchasm. "Can I?" I asked excited. "No" she smacked my head and I pouted like a puppy. "But YOU riding with a guy is new!!!" She shook me excitedly. I rolled my eyes. "He wasn't all that good-looking." "That's because you are an idiot. Anyways, please tell me you got his name" she looked at me hopefully. "Uh- I forgot. Oops!" I shrugged. Aditi smacked her forehead. "Oh I remember. Its Zaheer Kazmi" I finally said having pity on killing her excitement.

Welsh told Jonz he should copy the address of the man. At HOMELUV RESTAURANT, Rita was waiting patiently for Mrs.Welsh, sitting, a woman asked Rita politely "what can I offer you", "just get me a glass of water" Rita replied softly, Rita with a glass of water in her hand, looking around the restaurant, "where is she" she whispered to

While on training, Kana was always there, training among the father and son. Speaking of father and son. Let us rewind the birth of Niko. REWIND Zero's real name was Rusty Darkenlor. He met a lady by the lake of Basinica. The lady was wearing a white dress and a pink bonnet. Her name was Sasha. As the wind plays her hair. A man stood by afar watching her. Zero was intimiced by her beauty. Zero was wearing a black leather jacket and he was tossing a coin by his thumb back to his palm. He continued as he approached the girl.

His instinct only tells one thing to do. Survive. But on that fateful day, he met his goddess of fortunes as his savior. His life rescuer. Someone who has destined to be his home. A safe haven for him. Ever since that day, his feet entered her life. If Sister Hua didn't show up that day, his fate probably ended it up in the sewers or even worse. He could be a pocket thief or a beggar. Busying himself begging on the street with no future. Now, slowly, with a straight head, his path life was steady and clear. He no longer feels scared of what future has hold for him ahead.

“You can’t balance two poles of power. Fate writes one survivor, one erased.” Rayden took a long breath, calm. “Then I choose both to be erased.”

One in front, one behind—they refused to yield. Chase could now clearly see the two riders. The slightly excited girl at the back was indeed his fiancée, Harper. The rider ahead, slim and clad in biker gear… that was the pale-faced boy from before. What was his name again? Reese. “Zane, faster!” Chase shouted, losing his usual calm. Zane pressed the pedal harder; the car seemed about to fly. The biker boy wasn’t about to back down. He leaned low, swerving the handlebars sharply. Sparks flew as the tires scraped the asphalt, hissing. With a whoosh, he cut through a narrow side street.

"And bring the mate. I want a full debriefing. It seems our new asset has attracted more... attention... than we anticipated." The comm clicked off. The message was clear. This was my fault. I'd brought this down on us. On him. Zero's fingers were still wrapped around my wrist, his grip feeble but insistent. His eyes found mine again, the gold dim but intense. "Not your fault," he breathed, as if he'd plucked the thought right from my head. "He was waiting... for us. For you." They fashioned a makeshift stretcher from a length of pipe and a torn vest. As they carefully lifted Zero onto it, he gritted his teeth against a cry of pain. His head lolled toward me, his eyes struggling to stay open

RYDER After leaving Randal, I headed to the highest cabin—the place where I left Liliana last night. Zero, the young guy I assigned to stand guard, was still sitting there calmly. No doubt about it, he took his job seriously. By the time I arrived, the sun had just started creeping up, breaking through the thick mist that constantly covered the valley. Zero was still lounging at the door, his face neutral, though his eyes lit up slightly when he saw me. He didn’t look tired at all—just bored from sitting there alone all night.

The alpha's grinned widened, "precisely." "That's impossible. Fate gives you one person you're mated to. Or destined to be with. This can't happen. " The alpha shrugged again, a gold coin spinning easily between his knuckles. "Fate fucked up."

We had embarked on a desperate escape, but our path had been intercepted, leading us to this grim fate. Cristiano was present, yet the absence of Zero gnawed at my thoughts. The urgency of our situation was compounded by the fact that Zero was missing. A knot of dread formed in my stomach. Zero's past as a rogue was not unknown to me, nor was his desire to make amends for his past actions. But in a situation like this, surrounded by rogues, would he be able to suppress the instincts he had once embraced? Would he revert to the feral creature he had once been?