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

The sabretooth staggered a bit due to the pain, but it still bolted after them. Kalen knew that the sniper will be useless within close range combat. He left the sniper behind and rushed towards Aledos position. Aledos was waiting for the sabretooth to get closer as he held the dual laser pistols in hand. Kalen pulled out his dual laser pistols as he ran towards Aledos.

Master Saber stared at the night skies from the window with a look of satisfaction written all over his face. “I will make you a fine escort worthy to protect His Highness, someone that is unstoppable, refined and recalibrated.”

Kiera's POV The rumble of engines cut through the night like thunder, drowning out the distant sirens. But these weren't human motorcycles… I knew that sound, had heard it in my nightmares for five years. The synchronized growl of the Black Howl pack, riding in formation like a supernatural cavalry. "Shit!," Sable breathed, raising her rifle instinctively. "More wolves." "No," I said quietly, my enhanced senses picking out familiar scents on the wind. "These are different."

Knowing full well this question just answered itself. “Well, little mate. It appears you have become annoyed enough to talk with me. So, what’s your name?” Could telling him my name get me in deeper than I already am? I guess not. “Saber.” “Where are you from?” “Some mystery is needed in a new relationship, don’t you think?” I batted my eyes at him. May be playing nice and flirting a little would get me out of the chains easily then I could escape. He grumbled something not loud enough for me to pick up. “Fine. Then what kind of shifter are you? How did you get into my pack house without being noticed?”

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.

The dual-handed Middle-grade Sacred Relic let off a cold glimmer. She was pleased to receive it and she knew better than to refuse that gift. Muttering words of thanks, it had been ages since she began hoping for a Sacred Relic of her own and these dual-handed sabers would work just fine. Chu Xun produced one more weapon: a saber with a long and jet-black blade. The sharp weapon, a Middle-grade Sacred Relic, was gifted to Yan Yi. To Yan Yan, he asked what weapons she would love and her answer prompted him to give her the Thundering Hammer.

Yet Sharon moved it around like she was playing with a toy, and the smile on her face was not forced. Reaper’s edge was very different from Canyon’s Mouth. Unlike the aggressive looking Canyon’s Mouth, Reaper’s Edge had a very delicate look. It was a slender saber that was half Sarong’s height, and it was very beautiful. Its dark blade was joined to a white handle that served to provide beauty by contrast.

Her missed target the only smoking hole. "Okay that was.. I thought you said you weren't into guns!" She said surprised he got the shot. "I know how they work, just not a fan!" He gently placed the gun back in it's place among others like it was an infection that could spread. "Then what are you a fan of?" She asked as they strolled out of the shooting range in no rush. "Well for starters, Crossbows. Knives are okay but my personal favourite is the straight blade!" "A Saber!?" She asked.

He gestured dismissively to the other beasts–"little pack of yours.” The man smirked, his eyes scorning Ronin from head to toe. “I don’t need to tell you my name to kill you. You certainly don’t ask for names when you enact murder.” Ronin frowned, “You’re one to talk, infiltrating my territory and murdering innocent wolves. What we do in retaliation to your attacks is justified.” “Well then,” The man bared his fangs at Ronin. “You can call me Saberlon–and consider what we’ve done as retaliation–for my father.”