Rider Mc Novels & Stories

I inquired with a raised eyebrow. He took a sip, "That I'm losing my grip, my pack is an easy hunt, and I've gone mad and should be put out of power." "Wow. Those are some nasty rumors going on." I shook my head, "But what's with you going mad? That's a bit strange." "I believe Cordelia Blackwell, Black Witch, Council sore thorn, and my arch enemy, is my destined mate and Luna sent to me from the Moon Goddess herself after years of searching and looking." An amused smile adorned his face, "That's enough to call me crazy."

“It might be on down the passage.” “Well, let’s find out,” Rider suggested. “Best move, girl. Incoming!” “No, but wait…” Ru began, but she didn’t have time to say anything more before she had to scoot out of the way. Rider didn’t tumble down like she did, however. He had a nice, controlled, levitating descent, which brought him down right next to her. “Thanks for the warning,” she said, brushing her hands off in preparation to stand. “You bet,” he replied, extending his hand. She took it, and he pulled her up. “Lead the way.”

Desperation had its advantages. By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club. Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had. A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.

Ry shrugged, and he wasn't even giving Judah his full attention. "I was hoping to get a sleeve done someday. But it's probably not gonna be for a while. I'm putting all my money on my bike right now," Judah was still enthusiastic in his replies. "You ride?" Ryder's eyes lit up all of a sudden. Oh, right. Ryder was also into bikes. For the first time this entire dinner, Ryder actually looked enthused. "Yeah, a 1993 Ducati Monster. I parked it outside," "Oh, dude, that's a classic," his voice warmed up.

The figure gradually materialized, clad in desert attire, their face hidden beneath goggles and a scarf. As the dirt bike drew nearer, the rider skillfully navigated the uneven terrain, eventually coming to a stop a short distance from Lin and Hunter. The engine's growl diminished, leaving behind an uneasy silence. The mysterious rider removed their goggles, revealing a face marked by determination. "Lin, Hunter, I've been tracking your journey," the rider spoke, their voice tinged with urgency.

His head tilted slightly, tracking sounds the rest of us couldn't hear. There were six other riders. Seven total. I recognized Marc on the black bike, he was decent, played fair. But then there was Vic on the red bike, and my stomach dropped. Cole on the yellow. Jensen with the scar across his jaw. Three others I didn't know, but they had that look. That hungry, desperate look of riders who'd do anything to win. "That's a lot of competition," Sarah said quietly. "They're not competition," Orion said, and I heard the pride in his voice. "They're just in the way."

“I’m not—this isn’t, like… an interview or anything.” They sat. Ryder leaned forward slightly, forearms on his thighs. “So… are you moving back?” he asked. “Playing for the Vultures again. Or—” he huffed a breath, glancing briefly toward the door, “Phoenix— Phoenixeses? I guess.” Milo shook his head immediately. “It's just Phoenix… And no. No, I’m good.” His mouth curved, a little firmer this time. “I’m with the Stormriders. I’m happy there. Not going anywhere.”

Chapter 4: The Glorious Lifestyle Of Steel Cowboys Room 42, Kings Canyon Motel, Roadside Motel, Unknown City, South Dakota.... Revving engines filled the surrounding air as "Brick" and his gang lined the parking lot and prepared to take off down the long and winding road in continuation of their journey and the party that seemed to never end whenever they were together. There were about nine of them hitting the road all together and each and everyone of them carried the blood of a beast inside their veins as they fuled up on cocain and alcohol while tearing through town after town reveling in the new found freedom their lifestyle had afforded them. Each member of The Howlers M.C wore a patch

Rider muttered. “He is right; we have been going on free trips, and we will be going on one soon.” Trye supported. “Where?” Yulia sounded bored. “Where are you guys headed?” “Hawaii.” Another man answered before the rest could. Yulia raised her brow. “Who are you?” “He is the number one racer of all time.” Rider inquired. “He is also the brother of our club founder.” The man got off his seat and placed his hand on the table next to Yulia. He peered down at her.

What does he mean by between us? "Rhyker and I were enemies more like competitors, every year there was a competition where they held who is the best prince of the world. I always ended up being the second while he was the first because of his smart brain and his preoccupation with his people, I wasn't like him and soon fell into the dark world which was dealing, murdering and human trafficking. I took an interest in human trafficking, it was more heartless and horrible for humanity." He's not human. Definitely.