Rider Robo Novels & Stories

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

I screamed, but it was too late. Jax and Vulture grabbed me, hauling me off the bike as Ruan opened the throttle one last time, heading straight for the wall of Iron Disciples. He wasn't riding to win. He was riding to buy us time. As I was lowered over the side of the bridge toward the waiting boat, the last thing I saw was Ruan Montague, the King of the Phantoms, disappearing into a sea of green and black, his chrome revolver flashing in the moonlight like a dying star.

Ryder growls at his paramour. When he says nothing else, I look to find them kissing. That is an effective way to shut Sidhe up. I’ve seen Gator and Angel do the same thing to silence the lunatic. “Alright, children!” The older blonde biker's voice booms. “Wow, I cannot believe I’m related to these horny people,” the teen said with dark reddish brown comments from beside him. “Zip it, Rasmus.” An enormous Irish biker commands while putting away the drones.

Someone who wasn’t him. Roberto grinned as I approached. “You’re cute.” I winked at him, offering a playful smirk. His gaze lingered, but we both shifted into the fight, side by side. The distance between me and Caspian grew with every step, and it felt like the right kind of relief. “Do you have someone special waiting for you?” Roberto asked, his voice light despite the carnage. “Nope,” I replied, slicing a wolf down mid-sentence. “But I don’t mind trying blondes.”

"I can show you things far greater than what this little Luna can offer. Imagine it—everyone in this world bowing to your will. Everything you say—done. Wouldn't that be nice? All you have to do is join us. It'll be—" "I'm not interested!" Robbie barked. "I'm too lazy to try and rule the world!" I almost laughed. Almost. "Why would you lay your hands on my Luna?" "The Luna, the Luna, the Luna!!" the rogue spat. "Can't you talk about anything else?! The sight of this bitch irritates me! I'd love to choke the life out of you right now!" "You're mistaken if you think you'll be able to kill me so easily," I told her coolly, keeping my voice even despite the exhaustion coiling inside me.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

Elo inputted. Rob nodded hesitantly, but he was quick with his follow-up, “That was years ago, and I can now stand against my family’s decision. I got my own company. I’m a billionaire now. I can give Xine the life she deserves. But that is if she’d let me.” Elo smiled. He could not believe that Rob could get along with his plan. “So, you’re thinking of pursuing her again?” Without second thoughts, Rob nodded. Elo bit his lower lip to stop himself from laughing. ‘This man is a good actor.’

Rob thought things were over. Because he assumed the rogues that attacked him worked for Hectric. But that was only part of the truth. Hectric hired the rogues to deal with shifter interference. They’d promised the rogues that they’d have free rein to do as they please once they dealt the local shifters with. Becky had messed them up when she’d hauled his furry butt off the highway. Instead of becoming a test subject for Hectric and disappearing off the face of the earth, Rob got a second chance to fight back.