Rider Skull Novels & Stories

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

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”

Crazy I know it was just a mug shot , but I imagine the person who took that photo was petrified because his stare was terrifying. I had a fleeting thought once or twice that my stalker was one of them. But I had never seen him wear their signature jacket that they all wore with the bleeding skull on. They also rode different bikes to my stalker too. The one my stalker rode was more sporty. I had looked into bikes and the one I think it most resembles is a Yamaha pedigree R series , but I was no expert on bikes, it could be something different. They rode round town on Harley's; it was what they were known for. Although the guy at the bars frame was the same , so was the hair. But it couldn't

"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.

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!"

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.

And now they now it. “So you got rid of all my guys huh?” Skull looks at me and narrows his eyes just for a second then continues “You know boy, I’ve been around a lot longer than you and you’d be smart to listen to me. Bikers aren’t meant to be legit. And when your father ran this MC it ran with the blood of our enemies and the sweat on our brows as we made sure no one took up against us. You’ve turned this place into some kind of joke and I won’t stand for it.”

Rider stared us all down. “Goddess, can someone please fix the broken record? I’ve heard that same line at least three times today,” I replied with an eye roll. Everyone except for Rider looked at me with wide eyes. Rider, on the other hand, looked like he was ready to combust. A large vein in his neck was pulsing, and his face turned bright red. “Seven a.m.,” Rider growled, before turning around to leave.

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,