Rider Skull Novels & Stories

“Skylar!” Bynjym carefully pulls the egg off Yttyc’s back. ‘She needs help. Yttyc is willing to allow you on his back to get her,’ Bynjym says. Yttyc lowers his wing. I run up to find Skylar struggling to breathe. “What happened?” “Egg crushed my ribs,” she says, barely able to speak around her attempts to breathe. I take her face in my hands. We don’t have any healers here. We, as riders, take care of each other.

Augustine Gosling yelled angrily. "Forget it. You don't have to wait anymore. Let Mr. Ballard go in and see him. He's the best traditional medicine doctor I've ever met," Zane said firmly. "A traditional medicine doctor? The patient has severe trauma, and a large section of his skull has caved in. Both his legs are shattered, and five of his ribs are broken. One of his ribs has pierced his liver. What on earth can a traditional medicine doctor do?" a middle-aged male doctor in his 40s asked, scoffing.

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.

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

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.

I hissed, kicking the kickstand up. I revved the engine, the vibration traveling through my spine, but the noise couldn't drown out the image of Jax’s hand sliding down to Lila’s waist. He caught my gaze over her shoulder and gave me a slow, mocking salute. He knew. He knew exactly how to get under my skin without throwing a single punch. "Line 'em up!" the flag girl shouted. I pulled my bike to the line. To my left was 'Viper,' a Skulls rider who rode like he had a death wish and no one to go home to. To my right, unexpectedly, was Jax on a sleek, blacked-out Ducati.

If there's an injury in his skull, I can't heal it. "Tille, I'm going to remove Adekin the same way, do you think it's possible?" I asked. "I don't think so. He has broken quite a few bones. He broke his ribs. I'm scared that if we move him it might puncture an important organ." Tille replied. "Alright. I'll just sink the earth just in case these logs fall, it won't crush him." I said. All that's left to do now is for Healer Jan to arrive.

A black shape drifts around the corner of the alley, tires screeching on the wet pavement. The bike is massive. A beast of matte black steel. The rider doesn't slow down. He accelerates toward the Reapers blocking the exit. They scramble, diving off their bikes as the black Harley plows through them. Metal screeches against metal. Sparks shower the alley like fireworks. The rider skids to a halt ten feet from me. He plants a boot on the ground, stabilizing the bike. Drakon. He’s not wearing a helmet. His dark hair is plastered to his skull. His face is a mask of pure, concentrated violence.