Rider Skull Novels & Stories

He didn't have it in him to stop us. But whatever. The doctor came by about an hour ago. He pulled open my wound and checked to see if the bone was cracked. I hissed and snarled, but none of them really got scared by that. Rupert actually snuggled closer to me. Big teddy bear. The doctor, Dr. Carrier, said that my skull was intact. My upper dermal layer would need time to heal, but I should be fine. He said to rest and drink and eat plentily. Dexter said he would make sure that I ate.

One minute, Ethan was struggling with the handlebars on his powerbike, and the next, the SUV crashed right into him from the right. SLAM! The impact threw him off his bike, and Ethan's body spun in the air before his helmet cracked against the asphalt as he hit the ground hard. The screech of tires ripping rang in his ears, and the breath knocked out of his lungs. Pain detonated through his skull, vibrating in his body.

He said and turned around, leaving us to be, and his wolves followed behind him, Immediately they left, Daniella ran up to Rider, and stroked his wolf fur. He shifted in her hands, and that was when we realized he had been badly injured. He has a very big cut on his stomach, and his shoulder. He was gradually losing a lot of blood, and I couldn’t help but feel bad. Whatever that had happened today, we’ll have to get to the bottom of everything before more people get hurt. “Rider!!! No!! Don’t sleep please!!” I heard Daniella screamed, as I hastened my pace to get to where they are only to see Rider had lost consciousness.

That's when the real training began. We trained for hours, then we took a break. "That's tough" I said, heaving a sigh. He smiled. "Skull was much harder on me when he trained me. Each day, I would end up with bruises or a broken bone" he said and I stared at him, incredulously. "You're lying" I breathed. "Nope" "How many broken bones have you had?" "I don't know... maybe seven... It's usually my ribs that suffer it mostly. Other times, It's either my arm or my finger gets broken. Trust me, it was hell"

Someone asked what was going on. "We've got a couple injuries coming in. A gunshot wound and stab wound." Doc replied. A group came in carrying one guy and Angel finally saw Rider. He was covered in blood. She ran over to him searching him over. "Oh my God are you hurt?" She demanded. "No. It's not my blood. Relax I'm fine." Rider told her. She leaned into his arms breathing a sigh of relief. Her forehead rested against his chest. "I saw all that blood and." Was all she managed to get out.

Without waiting for further orders, a dozen of them step forward and form a line in front of us, their rifles aimed at the newcomers. The motorcycle riders are a filthy bunch. Most have long, greasy hair held off their faces by soiled headbands. A couple of the guys are totally bald. All have beards that look like they haven’t been cut or trimmed in years. Each of them is wearing a black leather jacket, most of which are ripped and torn. I’ve never seen a rougher, more disreputable looking bunch of men. Even more alarming are the bleached skulls mounted in the center of the handlebars of every bike. A few are clearly from monsters, but some are unmistakably human. Survival can’t have been ea

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

"Don't move! Drop your pistol, and alight from your bike, or I am going to blow your brains out!" The Rider alighted from the bike, slowly dropped the pistol in his hand. "Now Remove your Helmet!" Jenny commanded. The Rider didn't budge, he just stood still looking up to the roof. Two gun shots rang in the air, the wall behind him was cracked hollow with two bullets stuck in it. "I ain't joking!" Jenny said. "Remove your fu*king helmet" The rider hesitated for a second before slowly removing the helmet from his head. His long black silk hair dropped down. He had a smirk plastered on his face, with his eyes squinted, and his nose pointed. He had a tanned brown skin complexion. He sure is han

They were decent enough riders, but I didn’t know much else about them. I signed up for the bull rider event, got my number and the bull’s name, then left the office with Corbin to go get our gear. We needed to make sure everything was ready. Being a wolf, really all I would need was a helmet, but I still used the thick padded vest so I would draw attention to myself. If I got hurt while riding, a broken bone would heal within a few days, cuts would heal in a day, and stab wounds would take a week to be back to normal. Humans didn’t do that, so I had to be smart and careful.

I barely register it before the hit lands. His shoulder drives straight into the side of my head, the full force of his body slamming into me at top speed, and for a second, everything blanks out. There’s a sharp, sickening crack, my helmet whipping back, the impact rattling through my skull. My vision tilts, the ice blurring into a smear of white and red as my body lifts off my skates and crashes forward.