Rider Skull Novels & Stories

With those words, Frank blew at the whirlwind, and it rose to the skies before disappearing. With that done, Frank picked up a rock and threw it. There was a crack of sonic boom, and as the conical smoke faded, a man gasped audibly. "Ow!" The air whistled as a body fell, and the biker turned to find a person crashing down in the middle of the road. It was obviously the white-haired youth, whose left shinbone was broken and poking out of his leg.

I don't think straight at the best of times, but, hell, Dagger fries my brain. I almost trip over a tire, so I turn my attention to where I'm placing my feet. There's a lot of junk behind the clubhouse. I guess the great MC cleanup didn't make it this far. The truck Skull leads me to is as dilapidated as the house. I'm surprised when it starts up immediately. My car is parked next to the truck, and I ignore it. "Seat belt," Skull says. I find that funny. He rides a motorcycle with no helmet and forces me to buckle up?

The movement of the bone skull stopped almost at the height of human growth - above the place where Vic himself had stood a moment ago. - Farewell, brother, - the blades in the hands of Yarsi silently cut the vertebrae of the neck lowered down. The skull hit the ground, hitting its jaws, tumbled on its side, and began to paint in pieces. Simultaneously with a loud thud, the entire skeleton collapsed.

the frail rider called out. The arena seized for a millisecond, the crowd was unsure of what they heard. “Are you sure,” the Track master said, the frail lad just nodded in acknowledgement and hopped on his bike. The crowd was thrown into an uproar The only person who had completed the Devil's Tongue in one piece was Venom. The rest were either dead or bedridden. The last rider had ended with a brain aneurysm from crashing down the cliff. “I must say that young lad is brave”

"Okay, ready?" Hael asked. "This is the rider, as you can see, the posture of the rider isn't that manly and the body structure isn't manly, so the witnesses can obviously say that the rider is a girl plus points of the pink sneakers. According to the witnesses, she's near at the university at exactly seven hours and one minute. One of the witnesses, said that the rider opened her helmet, the witness saw her eyes, the witness saw how she closed her tightly, the other witness said, there's a hesitation on the rider's eyes. One of those witness came near to the rider heard her heart that beats so fast, one saw the birthmark on her hand, one had her bracelet. One witnessed how the rider intenti

"Yeah, I'm all too familiar with him... Jace and I came across one of their settlements just a few days ago. - Let's not waste anymore time then..." Cade groaned, from his spot as he pushed himself intona sitting position but Kira quickly pushed him back. "As if you're in any condition to start walking around! You have a concussion, maybe even a skull fracture. Ryder's leg isn't fully healed yet— - I can manage." Ryder scoffed from his spot as he clumsily tried to hide his obvious uneasy footing.

People are screaming their heads off, some praying their riders won’t screw up their bets. Felix leans forward, eyes glued to the track. I let my gaze wander to the blue tracksuit again. Max. He’s holding his own, but I can tell he’s tense, gripping those handlebars like his life depends on it. Then I see it—the bastard riding beside him. The skull logo on his helmet gives it away. He's a Ghost Rider team member. Fucking pricks. I already know what’s coming. The asshole starts closing in on Max, crowding his space and throwing him off balance. I can see Max’s hand shaking from here. Shit. If he doesn’t focus, he’s gonna eat dirt at that sharp turn ahead.

Rider took the dagger first and cut a small line in his palm, causing a small trickle of blood to escape from the cut. He then handed the blade to me, and I did the same thing. With all the adrenaline rushing through my body, I felt no pain when the knife cut through my skin. “Put your palms together,” Elder Harris instructed. Rider and I lifted our bleeding palms in the air and pushed them together for everyone to see. Harris reached for one of the crowns on the table. They were both made of white gold, but this one had several diamonds on the front. He turned to me and gently placed the crown on my head.

he replied as they moved forward, Jason waved his blades to clear the mist, they got closer to the metal, carefully they treaded along, he couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, as they almost got to it, he felt something crunch under his foot, Jason looked down as they jumped back in fear, it was an arm, a dried, bony, decayed arm, that's when he knew what the metal was, it was a sword, rusted and covered in earth, he carefully stretched his sword at the metal and cleared the mist there, sorrena gasped, A full skeleton lay on the floor, all signs of flesh were gone, it wore an helmet with a kind of sigil, a rising sun, "The dawn riders" sorrena murmured,

~Skylar ~ I was scrubbing out after what felt like the longest shift of my life when the trauma pager went off, major MVC, motorcycle versus truck, rider ejected, massive blood loss, critical, ETA two minutes. My stomach dropped before the name even hit the speakers. Ryder Kane. The words blurred together but his name cut through like a knife. I dropped the brush into the sink with a clatter and ran scrubs still on, hands dripping, badge slapping against my chest. The trauma bay doors flew open and the paramedics wheeled him in helmet cracked open like someone took a bat to it, leather jacket shredded, blood soaking the gurney sheets, face gray, eyes closed, chest barely moving. My knees alm