Rider Saber Novels & Stories

One of the warriors spoke up, “Gamma Rory, I saw our Luna. She is bad ass. The mess she left behind took a long time to clean up.” Right. Some of the folks here saw the fight. I’m surprised they are not scared of me. Maybe because they are wolves or warriors. Who knows. I don’t want anyone to be afraid of me anyway. “I need a minute to set up.” I said as I dropped my bag on the bench. I opened the duffel and grabbed the thigh holsters and strapped them in. Then I grabbed some of the hand throwing knives and secured them in place before grabbing my scabbard. From there, the only knife different from my kabar knives is the bowie. It’s longer at sixteen inches. Then I grabbed my sheath for my w

He was not the slightest bothered whether they would escape or not. Bob and the other six core members of the council could be seen staring at Lucas, shocked. They would rather believe that it was the end of the world than to believe that Lucas owned three Rank 5 zombies. "Swoosh!" The sound of a weapon being unsheathed was suddenly heard, and Lucas was then seen holding a terrifying saber. The saber was about 1.6 meters long, and its blade was extremely sharp. Its body had a dragon crafted on it as though it was giving off the roar of a dragon.

But as Dax leaned me back against the cabin’s cedar siding, his hand sliding up to tangle in my hair, the Norton’s alarm chirped a sharp, discordant note that shattered the moment. The sapphire light of the Engine began to flicker, turning a violent, aggressive red. "Dax," I panted, pulling back. "Something is pinging the frequency." From the tree line of the fiber-optic pines, a single rider emerged. This wasn't an Aegis drone or a federal agent. The bike was a raw, skeletal thing a stripped-down streetfighter that looked like it had been built from the wreckage of a dozen different machines. The rider wore a vest I didn't recognize: a snarling wolf's head, but with its eyes stitched shut i

While jumping directly from the stands to Caspian, Moris Gibson did not forget to shout at the clansmen behind him, “Call the Elders!" Swoosh! As soon as he finished speaking, he shook his wrist and a giant blade as tall as an adult appeared in his hand. The saber shadow seemed to cover the sky. The saber light was the lightning that tore the night apart. This scene reminded Caspian of the first time he saw Solana fight. Solana's first weapon was a giant axe the size of a wheel. "Are all the weapons used by the Gibson family people so exaggerated?"

As heroic as may it sound, but Creed was just trying to get rid of a burden. The Aves’s couldn’t care much, it shrieked fiercely at Creed. There was bloodshed in its eyes now. He immediately understood that they were way past the Aves’ bipolar behavior. It’s coming for their lives. Mayhem Saber was the only weapon he had right now that he could use to defend himself. Creed knew that Mayhem Saber was extremely strong. Yet, it took around 15 strikes to destroy a single wing. Atlas was still out of the question because he hadn’t practiced with him that much. Even if Atlas was strong, even the puniest moment of incompatibility with his weapon could cost him his life, considering the strength of

Two down in less than five seconds. But they were surrounded. The remaining four closed in, more cautious now, weapons drawn—a knife, a compact hatchet, two pistols held in low, ready positions. Sabe was a whirlwind in the center, his injured shoulder telegraphing a faint stiffness he couldn't hide. He disarmed the hatchet wielder with a brutal wrist lock that ended in the snap of bone, driving the man to his knees with a scream.

She hoped she wasn’t way off in her idea that Reapers wouldn’t venture into Keeper territory without a damn good reason. “Hell, yeah,” he repeated. “Sounds… dangerous.” “Why don’t we get some sleep,” Cutter said, gesturing at himself and Ru, “and you can get back to… whatever you were doing before Ru called you.” “I was looking for Reapers, duh,” Rider said, exaggeratingly rolling his eyes. He must’ve known Cutter was aware. “Good. Go find some.” “Fine,” Rider acquiesced. “See y’all in a few hours.” He faded away just as quickly as he had materialized, and Ru watched in awe at the spot where he’d just been standing.

Kade asked suddenly, not looking up from his drawing. "I've been racing since I was sixteen," Ryker said, and his voice came out rougher than he intended. "Do you?" "I love it," Kade said, finally looking up with eyes that were identical to Ryker's wolf. "Mom won't let me ride yet but I know all the riders' names and their times and everything." Something twisted in Ryker's chest because this was his son, talking about motorcycles with the same passion Ryker had at that age. "Your mom's smart to keep you safe," he said. "Bikes are dangerous."

Smoke still curled thick above the market behind us, and somewhere within it I could hear voices calling names that were not ours, hunters searching methodically through chaos they had built specifically to hide their true purpose. “How many riders,” I asked, my voice low, every instinct screaming at me to run even as I forced myself to stay still and think. “A dozen, maybe more,” Sable said. “Too many to fight our way through if it comes to that, and far too many to outrun on foot with Marisol still shaking the way she is.”

The Riders were armored primitively, but Keron had been in enough encounters to know that their protection was strong enough to withstand direct hits. The feet of the Riders were shodded in black boots with protruding spikes on the toe area. Above was their silver shin guards riveted in red bolts. Above were their thigh guards that looked like large skirts at first glance, followed by their utility belts where a pair of pistols are holstered, then the cuirass which were comprised of hexagonal iron-forged plates. They wore no arm guards, only pairs of leather gloves simply covered their hands and on their heads were pointed straw hats that fully obscured their features. Within, their eyes glo