Novel & Cerita Rider Robo

" I cut him off with a cough. Their attention was turned to me, " who is this?" Blondie asked " she's the rogue we just caught dumbass" sadist answered irritatedly. Blondie's eyes widened " the rogue is a 'she'?"" Yes fool! I told you through the mind link" sadist said fustratedly.

Ethan said as he walked past her. But Madam Rider grabbed his arm, and Ethan gave her a side-eyed and commanded, "Don't touch me." "Master Rider broke my contract with your family and set me free just now. Therefore, I am no longer your servant." Bobby said, his voice shaking a little. "What?!" Madam Rider shouted, letting go of Ethan and throwing him a glare. Lowering his head, Bobby struggled to stop trembling as he said, "You can ask him..." "Stay here... And don't move an inch until I do!" Madam Rider commanded.

list. All I really know about Ios is that it’s a party island along the Greek coast. So why in the actual hell would Loviatar, a goddess, keep the Riding Hoods there? And why would she want anything to do with them? Compared to the gods and goddesses of this world, the Riding Hoods are nothing. Oh, they want to be something. And if they’d succeeded in turning me into the most powerful witch of all time, maybe we could’ve clawed our way into the room—but we’d never have had a seat at the table.

"Besides, you earned it. That run to Nevada last week brought in serious cash." "Seriously, Mom killed it," Jax piped up, repeating words he'd obviously heard from the other riders. "Everyone says Ghost Rider's the fastest." "Everyone's right." Rook's attention hadn't left me. "You going to let me buy you a drink later? After the kid's asleep?" There it was. The question he asked once a month was like clockwork. Always gentle, always respectful of my answer. "Rook..." "I know, I know." He held up his hands, backing off. "Can't blame a guy for trying. You're just so damn beautiful when you're turning me down."

"Mama!" A blur of dark hair and skinny arms launched itself at me before I could fully dismount. Eli wrapped himself around my waist, his face pressed against my leather vest where the Ghost Rider patch sat above my heart. At four and a half, he was all legs and elbows, with Darius's dark eyes and my stubborn chin. "Hey, little wolf," I murmured, ruffling his hair. The endearment slipped out sometimes, though I was careful never to use it around others. "Were you good for Aunt Sable?"

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

One of the men ran over and placed his fingers under his comrade’s nose before sputtering those words. They were not the same. They were not actually part of the Dragon Gods; they just liked drag racing. Besides, they did not really fear anything under Ruben’s leadership. After the many times that they had successfully snatched things, they grew bolder. This bunch of people were dubbed the Motorbike Robbers. Anyone who knew what they were, did not dare to provoke and offend them. They never expected that this military veteran would suddenly turn up—and he would be such a skilled fighter. He was bold too, killing several of their men in a flash.

From the corner of my eye, I see Ragnar watching it all from the sidelines, like a messenger of death himself. A rogue tries to flee. Ragnar's scythe spins out of his hand, decapitating him, but he doesn't kill him, I notice, just as someone knocks me down and just like that, I'm carried into the heat of the battle again. Ryker, on the other hand, blurs between wolf and human, leaving dead men in his wake till the last of the rogues stands. "Who sent you?" Ryker asks. I wobble on my feet, completely exhausted but manage to keep the stray wolf firmly in a chokehold.

“He was hiding it in the floorboards. I cracked the lock. It’s full of messages from someone called Rocco.” My pulse kicked up. “Who’s Rocco?” “Cartel runner. Handles human product, organ pipeline, and clean-up jobs.” I turned the phone in my hand. “You think he helped traffic Katarina?” Ryder nodded once. “Or sold the deal. But yeah.” A sick feeling settled in my stomach. “We could use this.” “We could,” he agreed. “But only if we’re careful.” I waited until he was asleep—if he ever really slept. The biker jacket was thrown over the chair. His boots were by the door. And he was out cold on the couch, one hand over his chest, the other curled near his face like a kid who’d seen too much.

She’d taken them down so expertly that I wondered how she got into the situation in the first place, how they’d managed to ambush her. I thought about stories I’d heard about rogues. There were known to wreak havoc among packs. If she was a typical rogue then I could see how that would be. No wonder pack leaders usually hated them. So much so that if an alpha or luna crossed paths with one, their first instinct would be to kill. I thought about what this meant for my mate, and how my mother would take it. Would my mother try to kill my mate? Of course, I couldn’t let anything happen to her.