Rider Skull Novels & Stories

The Riders were legends in between half myth, half nightmare. The lead bike stopped a few feet away. Its rider swung a boot to the ground, pulling off his helmet. Dark hair spilled free. Steel-gray eyes glinted cold under the moon. A scar carved on his right brow, stark against tanned skin. Axel Voss. Alpha of the Moonburn Riders. Raven’s stomach dropped. Every warning she’d ever heard about him whispered through her mind. Ruthless. Unstoppable. Dangerous. But none of that mattered. Because the second his eyes locked on hers, the wolf inside Raven went still, whispering one word in a voice that shook her bones.

My helmet hit the floor, and the sound echoed through my skull. I couldn’t breathe. For a moment, I couldn’t even move. “Damn it…” I whispered weakly, my voice raspy. “I swear I'm always doing things that I shouldn't be doing.” I tried to lift my head, but everything hurt. My arm felt wrong. My ribs felt like they were cracking every time I breathed. Blood ran into my eyes from somewhere under the helmet. But I forced my head up anyway. I needed to see her. I wanted to know if she was alive. I squinted past the dust, smoke, and broken parts of my bike scattered everywhere. I found her.

I can hear the bikes revving up, and when the music hits at the right time, the freestyle jumpers hit the ramp, performing some amazing stunts that warm up the crowd. The first rider was decked out in full LED gear, including his bike. Shit that must have cost a fortune to kit out his bike like that. His jump looked difficult, a one-eighty front twist. The next rider was not kitted out like the first, but his trick was the heart attack. There were five more riders, one after the other, doing tricks such as the heelclicker, whip, rigamortis, dead body, and cliff hanger. These tricks are difficult even for an experienced rider such as myself. I quickly glance over at Jen and see her expression

Shards of Landon’s broken lance went up in the air and rained down on his opponent as he brought his horse to a stop to assist. Kit was up on her feet, her hands over her mouth. This wasn’t the first time a rider had been knocked off of his horse during the tournament, and she knew it likely wouldn’t be the last. They weren’t wearing full metal, only chainmail and extra protection around their faces and shoulders, but Gavin still made a terrible noise when he hit the ground. Kit was just about to scurry down the steps and run to his side when he sat up, removed his helmet, shook his head a few times, and then reached for Landon’s hand to pull him up.

“Well, damn. You’re even smaller than the picture.” The biker laughed—low, rough. “Thought he’d be taller. Or at least bleeding more.” The emo tilted her head. “He’s bleeding inside. I can smell it.” The suit didn’t look up from her tablet. “Compound fracture of the tibia. Three cracked ribs. Moderate concussion. Hematoma on the left temporal lobe. He shouldn’t be upright.” I met her eyes. “Yet here I am.” Silence stretched. Thick. Dangerous. The cowgirl stepped down one stair. Then another. Boots clicking.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

“Anyway, he was pretty mad when he showed up and I wasn’t trying to capture Nat. I don’t even know how to do that, Cutter.” “Rider was mad?” His eyebrows were knit together, which Ru found reassuring. Maybe she wasn’t crazy for thinking she couldn’t bring Nat down singlehandedly. Before she could respond, there was a rippling noise in the air next to her, and Ru looked up to see Rider standing there, next to the bed. Though it wasn’t him exactly. He was nearly see-through, like a hologram or an apparition. It startled her, and she threw herself backward, smacking her head on the headboard. Cutter looked torn between addressing the situation with Rider and making sure she was okay, but she wa

Chris mumbled between the noise around us. “Absolutely!” Tara agreed to make my head turn in her direction. I couldn’t help myself but smile when I saw it on her face. Her happiness is contagious. We kept ourselves in the show, cheering and shouting because of the stunts made by the riders. Until someone on the participants caught my attention. A man suddenly circled his motorbike in the air as he kept his elbows up and stood up on the bike before it landed in the rough terrains. It sped off its motorbike, but he suddenly turned his head to me when he was on my location. Even the rider was wearing a red helmet protecting and covering his face; I could feel his stares.

I lowered my head slightly, submitting to him. “Good. Ok, I will ask again, what’s the job you’re supposed to be doing and why are you on your own?” he asked. I huffed. “Mature.” Rider muttered under his breath. “You can shut up as well.” I told him. Ink stormed over to the bed, that pissed him off. “You, Skylar, need to learn a bit of respect. You say you want to be a biker, yet you’re a prospect, I am a president and Rider is the enforcer of our club, you are below us both and yet you speak to us like we’re something your cat dragged in?” He was furious.

It’s like her brain just screams, Who is this hot guy? Is she marking her next target? Oh, this should be good. Rap is unhinged hope she can handle crazy. Raphael, feeling her stare, shifts uncomfortably, then narrows his eyes at her. He’s not used to being ogled, especially not by Odin’s alleged girlfriend. "He-llo-o Odin condition." I snap Kira out of her momentary daze, and she finally focuses. "Right. Is he... is he going to be okay?" "He's... stable, . But it's serious. He has several broken ribs and significant bruising." Axel replies. Thankfully. "But the head injury is the main—"