Rider Robo Novels & Stories

I would not beg. A motorcycle engine cut through the air, slow and deliberate. The sound pulled everyone's gaze toward the center of the yard. A sleek, black bike rolled forward, and my breath caught in my throat. The rider moved with a calm that spoke of power and control, as if the world bent around him. He dismounted with unhurried control. Kade Cross, they called him Ruin.

He knew it could harm us too. I noticed there was another car on his other side. It was Tristan, I bet! Tristan studied robotics and he was an expert of robot creation and usage. He had such robots that can drive cars and one of his boys are going to sacrifice today. God, send them to heaven. "Take that robot from him." I shouted and asked Tristan to hand it over. He instructed how to set it properly and how he would control it with a software. Jacob did what he was told. Once the Robot was all set, he jumped off the car and Tristan started to take control. We pulled the break as that car went out of our sight and Tristan went after it.

As he screams out, I drive the dagger into his chest and he falls to the ground. In general, rogues are weaker than wolves that belong to a pack. They don't have the strength that comes from the unity of being in a pack. Wolves are social creatures, and their wolves weaken significantly without that bond to an Alpha. Many rogues are on their own for years before they join other rogues, so they weaken a great deal. However, just because these rogues are weaker, they have the upper hand right now. With just four more to go, I can feel my body becoming sluggish. All my energy sources have been depleted in the last five weeks and I'm just running on pure adrenaline at this point.

She doubted that Azrael was selfless in this cruel and selfish world. "Because you were found near my territory and If you complete the shift, you will become one of our kind. If I leave you on your own, there is a high chance you'd never make it out of the woods. Besides, I am not exactly sure but from the events you have described, it seems there are a few more people involved in the attack on you. Those wolves that helped you, the ones with red eyes, are called Rogues and they aren't very helpful or sane as a matter of fact. But according to you, they not only saved you from Richard but also disposed you near our borders, which means they have been roaming around the woods undetected by

He said and without as much as sparing me another glance he left. My fist clenched besides me as I watched his back my heart feeling like it was breaking into a thousand pieces with every step he took away from me. ____ An hour later, I was back at the spot where Jettison and I had been sitting earlier, my heart lodged painfully in my throat as I watched him stepped onto the track with a massive bike. Rodger said it was his legendary one—the bike he’d used back in his prime years of racing. It was black, lined with white along the sides, and it looked huge beneath him, heavily built compared to the Death Rider he used back in Blackmoore.

Just then, a man pushed through the crowd and stepped in front of Derek. “Alpha, give the word—we’re ready.” It was his Beta, voice calm but filled with authority. Kelvin froze, as if struck by lightning. “What… what did you call him? Alpha?” he stuttered. Derek tilted his head, smirking. “Do you doubt the existence of the Rogue Pack?” Kelvin didn’t answer. His lips moved but no words came out. Alex, still seated, looked stunned. “Wait… that Rogue Pack? The one that’s invaded territory after territory over the past years? The one with the mysterious Alpha no one has ever seen?”

“I invited him, Nyx. Just hear him out—” Zero pulls her in his arms,his actions grounding her. He then turns to look at Nyx,his expression serious. “I’m not spying. I’m here to help clear things up between Hera and Mason.” His eyes meet mine for a moment before I look away. Mr. Lamberto snorts, his voice cold. “There’s no misunderstanding to clear, kid. Just scores to settle between Finn and the Killer Angels. You’re a Shadow Rider, loyal to a blind VP. You shouldn’t be here. Leave now, or I’ll drag you out myself.”

“You slept for so long that I began to worry you would never wake up.” “How long was it?” I rasp, my voice hoarse from a combination of disuse and lack of water. “Five days,” the man responds. “Who are you?” I interrupt before he can continue. “Ah. Of course. Where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself. I am Clay Denvo. The king of the rogues,” he says as he gestures widely with his arms. “I didn’t know that the rogues have a leader,” I respond coolly.

“Do you understand that?” “Okay listen, I know you gave me the money behind your organisations back, so here's the deal.” Rob's voice changed from desperate and begging to something a little more threatening. “Do it again and get us out of this mess or else I will call the money lender Angelo and tell him.” Hunter was speechless for a few seconds. “You get it?” “Are you trying to play russian roulette with your daughter's life?” Hunter asked him. “You heard me. I am expecting the money at the same spot in 30 minutes.” Rob told him.

Robb took a lantern, swirled his finger at it and it lit. “ He must be a really powerful fire user ” Dove mumbled to Elex. “ I heard controlling fire is hard, ” Elex replied. “ Sir Robb is an Elite mage,” Teresa said pitching into their conversation and their eyes widened, “ that means he is probably an A-class three stars - five stars” Amaria mumbled. ' I just faced an Elite mage, this is so cool ' she thought, elated and pleased. “He's an A-class four stars, he's one of the many humans whose magic power ever matched with that of a Werewolf ” Teresa explained.