Rider Robo Novels & Stories

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."

Thomas asked. The biker’s voice tightened. “He called me by name.” The words hung in the air for a moment. “I’d never met him before,” the biker explained. “We’d never spoken. My name isn’t written on my vest or jacket. There’s no reason he should’ve known it.” My wolf stirred uneasily. This was wrong. All of it felt wrong. “What did you do?” I asked. “I asked him how he knew my name,” the biker said. “He just smiled faintly and avoided the question. That’s when I got really suspicious.”

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.

“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.

“Steady now.” I heard the voice again, this time in a calm gentle manor, almost like a mother speaking to her child. “Look, everyone is staring at us. We are beautiful.” The calm voice spoke again. “Who are you?” I asked, still feeling weak as I tried to remain standing. “I am Zara, your wolf.” I was shocked with disbelief. That was what just happened to me. I shifted for the first time, something I had only ever dreamed about.

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

he screamed at the men who stammered before responding "S...sir we only found the boy,he was alone." "Wonderful." Rob said walking over the the squad,"Just wonderful!So i asked you to do me one simple task just one,to trace two eight year olds and you bring me one.I just employed you so that you can get some money and do something with your miserable lives but no,you are miserable at anything and everything!"he finished off by taking of a glittering sword and stood before them.The four men looked extremely terrified but non could match up to eight year old Xavier.