Rider Skull Novels & Stories

The tire⁠s smoked, filling the narrow space with the sm⁠e‍ll of burnin‍g rubber. ‌The rider was dressed in black leather, a blac‌k helmet obscuring​ his‍ face‍.‍ The⁠ guards hesit​ated. ⁠"Move​ along,‍" the guard yelled. "Pri⁠vat​e matter‌." Th⁠e rider didn'‍t move​.‌ He⁠ kicked the ki​ckstan‍d​ down. He stood up slowly. ‌H‍e reached up and u‍nclipped his he‌lmet⁠.

The rider had a black mask when he took off his helmet. “What is going on here? Are you shooting a movie?” he playfully asked and stared at me, “she looks tired, why don’t you play her role?” he turned to the woman and asked. “You can’t see us like this and continue to live!” the man dropped his camera and jumped with his right leg leading in the air, “Ahhhhh!!” he yelled, as he hit the ground after the motor rider instantly and tactically held his leg and smashed his head against a big fat tree.

A motorcyclist was riding one winter,wearing his jacket backwards. This method made the jacket windproof and warm. He hit some ice and fell off his bike,and was unconscious but not seriously injured. A passing motorist saw the spill and leapt out of his car to help. Seeing the biker with the backwards jacket, he was horrified,assuming the crash had twisted the man's head 180 degrees! He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK!

It was as if no one was qualified to look at this skeleton. However, as Raider approached the skeleton and looked at it, it seemed to feel his presence and grew a little brighter. The skull in the center shone more than the rest, as if something was inside of it. Suddenly, as Raider arrived in front of the corpse, a body of light burst out from the skull and circled around Raider and the bones. Raider felt like this blob of light could easily take his life if it wanted to. Slowly, the light came to hover above the skeleton and change shape.

Strong and fast and completely uninjured. Cheers erupted across the field. The winner was lifted from his bike, celebrated, claimed as strong and worthy. But my attention had already moved to the riders still struggling to finish. One in particular caught my eye, a man whose bike had taken too much damage, who was limping across the finish line long after everyone else. He was bleeding, shaking, clearly human. Two pack members grabbed him roughly, dragging him from his bike. His protests turned to screams as they hauled him toward Zeus’s platform.

Norton was going to survive. He had come in with six broken ribs on each side and a collapsed lung because one of the ribs had punctured it. His sternum had cracked, his collarbone had snapped, and his spine was fractured as well. There was a chance he might never walk again, but we wouldn’t know that as long as he was in a coma. His skull had been fractured due to an old helmet that had been cheaper than a new one. More than an expensive mistake. With all the internal problems, Mr. Norton had nothing but a scratch on his brow, making him look peacefully asleep instead of on the brink of death.

Each step down the stairs if more painful than the last. Skullz, one of the Hellhoundz riders, and like a brother to me; sees me struggling. He runs across the parking lot. I hurry to get inside my truck. I'm barely inside when I click the lock button. Skullz bangs on the window of the truck as he yanks on the handle trying to get in. "Come on ladybug. Talk to me. What's going on?" Skullz is still trying to get into the truck when Aiden reaches us.

The Nazgul let out a painful shriek, and I did it a favour by burning it. I yanked Reed off the creature's neck, then jumped on top of another Nazgul. I burned the skeleton rider, while Reed went straight for the creature's eyes. His sharp hoof sank into the creature's eyes, blinding it straight. The blind creatures started spinning in the air, a painful shriek escaping from their mouths, while I and Reed had to hang up for our lives. The Nazgul collapsed with another creature of his kind, and while I lost my grip on its neck,

The bike wobbled violently before crashing onto its side, skidding to a halt. The rider tumbled off, their helmeted head slamming hard against the pavement. If not for the helmet, the rider might have suffered a concussion. Before the rider could recover, the man strode forward and yanked the helmet off. Stellar’s eyes widened in shock. She clutched her scraped arm as she pushed herself up from the ground, staring in disbelief at the disheveled figure slumped on the pavement. It was a familiar face. "Camille Dawson?! It’s you!"

Ryder skated through a drill, replaying the moment over and over, so distracted he didn’t notice he’d drifted right into Dane Riker’s crease. Which, on any team, was a death wish. Dane snapped his head up, eyes murderous behind the cage of his mask. “Hayes,” he barked, slamming his stick on the ice. “Move.” Ryder blinked, halfway through a turn he hadn’t meant to take. “Relax, I’m—” “You’re in my crease,” Dane growled, skating straight at him like a human battering ram. Ryder, still mid‑spiral about Jax and Mystery Girl, didn’t react fast enough.