Rider Kabuto Novels & Stories

Wait, why does he look like a real berserker? Jeje flies through the sky by boosted by the fire igniting on his back like a real Gundam. He flies tearing the wing with his piercing hand and flies back tearing it again. He keeps doing that that Ahol wings are full of holes. Buriko beats the Tasmanian Devil with his ax in rampaging mode. Why does he really resemble Heracles?!

Hikari didn't know who is that person so Sabu-sama introduced to him that person. Sabu-sama standing beside that person and he started talking "This is Aniliast. He is a person who will beat all of you. If you don't believe it. Then why don't you try it out?" Hikari then tells Sabu-sama that he shouldn't look down at the others. So he then asks Sabu-sama again about what kind of competition that they're going to do. Then Sabu-sama gives a kendo sword to Aniliast and he says to Hikari that maybe he will be alright without a weapon. Akaru didn't think that it was fair. So he gives Hikari something like a baton. But since Hikari was only trained to use Sword, Gun and knife he was not sure if Hi

he said cheekily as he tied the cord that held the britches around his waist. Astrid smirked back at him, seemingly completely unaffected. "Close your mouth, Dóttir. There is no longer anything to see." But her mother was wrong. There was a lot to see. Acres of muscles across his chest and abdomen. The broad shoulders that wielded the giant longsword with such ease. Even his forearms bulged with muscle as he tied up his pants. The tattoo of a howling wolf on his left shoulder that covered part of his chest fascinated her as well. Wait. Did the lines just move? Was the sight and scent of him causing her to hallucinate. Ulfhild tore her eyes away and took two steps back when all she really wan

Warren spoke in a low voice. Cyrus nodded and fired three rounds into the floor. The thumping ceased, and an imp on steroids burst through the door, "The black leather chaps and jacket squeaked and groaned as the monstrosity approached them, "My name is Osquip, and I am the leader of the Bokken Riders." The long horns scraped the roof of the hold left long scratches in the polished wood. "Yeah, I'm scared," Cyrus growled and squeezed off a five-round burst.

Egbert Ray stepped into view, his presence sending a wave of murmurs through the crowd. Egbert was a striking figure, his presence alone commanding attention. His tall, lean frame was clad in an elegant but practical combat uniform—a deep crimson with gold accents, the colours of Xeria. A long, ornate scabbard hung at his side, the hilt of the blade peeking out with intricate engravings. His jet-black hair was slicked back, giving him a refined yet intimidating appearance. His sharp, angular features carried a calm, almost serene expression, but his dark, piercing eyes gleamed with predatory focus.

Linking my arm through Jade’s I began pulling her along to follow the boys. “Come on, try to get there before the sun starts coming up.” We met up with the guys, which Kellan had already shifted into a large green Dragon, but while he was magnificent, it wasn’t nearly as impressive as Cyran’s Dragon. Once we were all settled on Kellan’s Dragon, luggage and all, Kellan spread his gigantic wings and flapped them a few times before taking off into the night sky.

"To deceive Balaro, I cooperated with you in that play. I was waiting for you to injure him so that I could become the leader of the Neuf Chrys Club! Let me reintroduce myself—I'm the Corpse Tailor, Koi Hadachi!" As Koi finished speaking, his whole body was enveloped in a purple light, and two crowns appeared behind his head. The wriggling corpses began to tangle together, forming the shape of a wolf! Its mouth was lined with densely packed sharp teeth made of human ribs, and its tail comprised intertwined arms. Riker did not hesitate. He aimed his gun at the monster and fired several shots. However, it only drew ridicule from Koi. "Dead things can't die again!

I state clearly stating that his precedes here weren’t appreciated but he doesn’t seem to get the news. He remained mute leaning back, not seeming like he was about to go anytime soon. “What do you want?” I asked irritatingly. He smiles his green eyes glittering, “You’re beautiful”” he says instead cutting me off guard. “You’re Lyra Skye? The wolf he got married to” he states yet again alarmed at how much he knew. Who was this guy? “I’m Xavier Blackwood” he responds. I read through his mind but could only get the fact that he wanted to know me out from him. He seems to know how to shield his thoughts.

"Did you see? We get to sit in the special section and there's free food and everything!" "I see that," Kyra said, forcing a smile. "That was very nice of... him." "His name is Ryker," Kade said. "And he said I should call him that until I'm ready to call him something else." The implication made Kyra's chest tight. "Kade, we need to talk about—" "The race is starting!" Kade interrupted, pointing at the track where motorcycles were lining up. "There he is, number seven, that's Ryker's bike!"

He isn't rushing. He is wearing a white suit. Kyros. He steps onto the asphalt. He looks at the gunfight with an expression of mild annoyance. He reaches back into the cab of the truck. He pulls something out. It’s long. Green. A tube with a sight on top. A rocket launcher. An AT4. My breath stops. "Drakon!" I scream. "RPG!" Drakon turns. He sees Kyros. He sees the tube resting on Kyros’s shoulder.