Rider Saber Novels & Stories

What attracted her the most was a military knife on the shelf behind his desk. The scabbard of the saber was made of leather, and it looked like it had been toyed with often. Its surface was smooth and glossy. She lifted her leg and walked over, reaching out her hand to take the military knife off the display stand. It was heavy. With one hand on the scabbard and the other on the scabbard, she pulled the saber out of the scabbard with a little force. The scabbard was spotless and gave off a cold glow.

He asked. “Sure. I don’t mind it.” She replied. The guy sat with her and started a conversation with her. She learned that his name was Damon. He was part of a biker gang called Lobo's. He had a low-rider cruiser made by Harley Davidson. When he learned that she rode an H2R Ninja, he was in awe. It’s rare when you find a girl, gorgeous and sweet, loving fast bikes. She enjoyed that evening having an innocent, but simple conversation with Damon. He didn’t know it, but he helped her forget about her problems for a moment. It was one of the best nights she endured since the second she left home.

The other werewolves managed to get Su to join them, even though she continued to turn around and growl at Rider every few moments, and she headed off into the woods with them. Rider was still breathing, but he wasn’t getting up. He had gashes all over his chest and neck, and his face was mangled. “I’m going to go look for a healer,” Slate announced, remembering his previous mission. “Thank you, cuz,” Rider said. “I knew I could count on you.” “For Jack,” Slate clarified, and then he leaped over Rider and headed off in search of someone who might be able to save his fated mate’s brother.

But now Eddy was dead, and Saber had his guys coming down on their gang. Hard. “He’s bleeding men and money,” Saber said gruffly. “We’ve all but destroyed the Rykers and he knows that the bullshit he let his men pull was over the line.” “So you think he wants to suck up to you? Apologize?” Saber snorted. “He can get down on his knees and offer to suck me off . . . still not happening.”

He stands in the way that Raptor and his team were standing during Alpha Leo’s court session, like he’s at parade rest as he looks me over, assessing me. “I hear Saber wants you on her team,” he says. “Yes, sir. She was in our pack over the weekend because of problems we encountered. I was very excited to be able to work with her and the C-Squad and learn more about the work they do.” “Did you know that Raptor also has his eye on you, Striker?” he asks. “I might have heard that rumor, sir. But honestly, with Cyra and I taking over two packs and needing to combine them into one, C-Squad is a better fit for me.”

Asmo's Saber, cloaked in darkness, exuded an aura of ominous power, while Satan's Saber blazed a fierce and blood-red hue, mirroring the intensity of his emotions. In this solitary arena, the stage was set for a confrontation that transcended physical combat, a clash of wills and emotions that would leave an indelible mark on their tumultuous relationship. The desert bore witness to the impending struggle, the stillness broken only by the crackling energy of their drawn Sabers, each brother poised to face the other in a battle that would test not only their physical prowess but also the depths of their resolve and the intricacies of their bond.

It was like a rotating invisible saber light storm, and no one else could approach them. The 24 Moves of the Saber Technique were displayed one by one, including Blade Five, Blade Eighteen, and so on. Styles of saber techniques were displayed by the four beautiful women. Every time they displayed one move at an incredible angle, it contained enough Saber Intent that could destroy the world. The attacks grew fiercer and fiercer, and the rumble grew louder and louder. It was like a thunderstorm in summer, and the rumbling of thunder rose and fell incessantly. Moreover, it grew faster and stronger.

Yang Jian gave Darryl the up and down as he nodded his approval. Click! A long black weapon appeared in Yang Jian's hand. It was a spear. At first glance, it looked quite similar to the Heavenly Halberd in Darryl's hand, but it had three sharp blades, and each of them was carved with a giant python! The weapon was called the Tri-point Double-edged Saber! Yang Jian's weapon—the Tri-point Double-edged Saber—was not a Grand Weapon. It belonged in the purple category, and it was known as the most powerful in that category!

Ray after ray of bladed energy came swiping past, coming together into a harmony of serrated, electrified edges. It was a manifestation of the sharpest swords the world had to offer. Zephyr wasted no time unleashing his electrical fury upon the undead assailants. His last stroke easily cut the last rider into pieces as it joined the other unmoving pile.

Wilbur retreated after that, causing two more cultivators to come forward, whom he then killed with one strike too. Within the blink of an eye, his opponents were reduced from six to four. Saber was about to join the battle, but Hayden stopped him. "Don't. He's trying to lure us in. He's twice as fast when you're within three meters away from him. That's his actual speed." "F*ck! What do we do?"