Rider Skull の小説・ストーリー

The headless rider suddenly stopped though, or rather, it's being strained by invisible chains after a figure with long, silky, galaxy reflected hair stood with it's back to them while it's pale, almost smooth looking right hand pointing towards the undead warrior. "Adam, are you okay?" Ricky helped him get up from the ground. "I-Is that Noel?" Adam stumbled his words—and also his foot—while being helped by Ricky even though Ricky was the one injured. "Yeah." He heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that moonlight-reflected, slender figure of Noel. Meanwhile, Noel changed his fingers gestures and was now slightly moving them separately, as if strewing. Though it might looked harmless for the

~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

Human bones, weathered by time and the relentless flow of water, intertwine with the skulls, creating a haunting display of mortality. The ethereal glow from the waysticks casts shadows upon the skeletal structures, illuminating the intricate details of the bones. Delicate features of the skulls become visible, their curves and contours accentuated by the soft light. The translucent layer of calcium, formed from the presence of limestone fragments packed between bone and stone, overlays the skulls and bones, creating a patchwork effect. In some places, the layer appears frosted, obscuring certain details, while in other areas, it is more transparent, emphasizing the eerie beauty of the skele

“Now that Hank's gone, it's rare. We don't have to lose anyone else. If there are other people around, let them know and you'll have to counterattack. And Strybjorn had Haakon Ragnar in charge. "Yeah, that's the best, that's okay." Grim Skull murmured. Ragnar started to advance, but Khel pushed him back. He noticed that the hawk's head was shaking imperceptibly. His anger slowly subsided. Kjell's words seemed to remind him of Strybjorn. He didn't lose another warrior when he became leader, especially when he killed him. He found the idea fun and relaxing. He contented himself with a crazed smile at the Grim Skull. Sven and Strybjorn tied the body to a pole and took it to Russia. Ragnard was

“Fuck, hell no!” The one who was in the accident shouted. “My bike!” The Viking looking biker was hunched on the road, lamenting over his wheels. Goddess, he should be more concerned about the state he is in I thought as I took in the scene. The wolf’s leg was bent in three places and the left side of his arm was almost scraped to the bone.

I'm not a whore! Did I say that you are? he replied innocently. I was ready to continue the argument when the next moment, I found two horses running quickly toward my direction. Everything happened simultaneously, I barely had a fraction of second to react, but my mind knew what would happen to me. I'd definitely be crushed by either of the two untamed stallions. I'd have a lot of fractures, broken ribs, broken legs, and the worst—broken skull.

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,

And a human skull adorned his head. He wore a necklace made of human skulls too on his chest. Death and destruction were flashing in his eyes. Immediately behind him, the mighty Hunger Rider emerged, astride his black Agalariept. The body of this monster had skin stuck to the bones. His face looked like a charred human face. A whip tangled around the neck of this powerful immortal. Those who had a braver heart would have been terrified by the vision.

Prez’s POV “Right on time,” I grinned and leaned down on my bike, as about a dozen or so bikers circled me. The air was thick with the smell of burning plastic, money, and about a thousand pounds of cocaine, heroin, and LSD... This was the first time I officially met the Black Skulls president. Viper was a balled man in his late forties, with a huge black bear and tattoos that covered most of his body. His eyes were the same dark brown that Rose had, but other than that, they were nothing alike. His features were big all over, with hands that looked like bear paws. He had a huge pot belly hanging over his belt and a menacing look in his eyes that matched the expression on his face.

The other werewolves managed to get Su to join them, even though she continued to turn around and growl at Rider every few moments, and she headed off into the woods with them. Rider was still breathing, but he wasn’t getting up. He had gashes all over his chest and neck, and his face was mangled. “I’m going to go look for a healer,” Slate announced, remembering his previous mission. “Thank you, cuz,” Rider said. “I knew I could count on you.” “For Jack,” Slate clarified, and then he leaped over Rider and headed off in search of someone who might be able to save his fated mate’s brother.