Rider Skull Novels & Stories

I rasped, shoving Carter’s massive hands away from my shoulder pads. "Jeremiah, stay down." Talia slid onto her knees beside me, a medical jump bag swinging from her shoulder. "You hit the boards at thirty miles an hour. Let me check your neck." "I’m fine." Gritting my teeth, I forced myself onto one knee. Looking down, the problem glared back at me. The molded plastic chassis of my custom Bauer skate was completely intact. The steel blade itself was gone. It had sheared clean off, leaving a jagged, dangerous edge of metal flush against the plastic holder.

A town… people… capital… sigils… things that were… things that will be… everything has changed. The small sorceress stood near the crossroad, leaning on her walking stick. In the distance she could hear riders approaching. She was near the half of her journey. Their pace changed, she could see them. Their leader was in front ridding a black stallion; his armor was different than the others. His face was hidden under a skull-type helmet; she didn't know what type of skull was that. The only thing visible was his lower jaw and his hair, a mane of golden lock that felt almost to his waist.

With one swift move, he leaped and landed on the back of this guy, burying his face in the dirt, and muffling his screams of agony. When Rager severed his head, there was a slight difference. The difference was that this time, the guy lost a lot more than just his head. Rager actually took out his entire spine in the process. I guess he had a stronger neck that didn't want to let go. The only problem with that was that it made a rippling noise that echoed along the path we were located on. It sounded like some sort of instrument being strung along the keys. A new tune for bone notes. "Hey, who is over there?" Rager heard some yell toward the direction we were in.

I knew the initial impact hurt far too much, it was because that bastard cracked my rib cage. “I admit, this isn’t the most concerning injury though.” Huh, my head turned to the doctor and my eyes widened when he clicked on the image of my skull. There were two images of my head one showing my skull and one delving deeper beneath my anatomy to photograph my brain. “To someone unknowing about the inner set up of the human body, this looks completely normal, nothing out of the ordinary…” where was he going with this? “However, can you see all those little white lines resting on the bone of your skull? Well… you see, even the bones in our bodies scar when they’re hurt, and so, all those little

He rides a motorcycle with no helmet and forces me to buckle up? “It’s the law,” he adds by way of explanation. That’s even funnier. I don’t start laughing, though. If I do, tears might take over. I refuse to show weakness in front of any of these men and I’d like to keep it that way. Skull turns the music up loud signaling that this isn’t a chat session. Good, I don’t feel like deciphering the brain of another skinhead. The music he plays is old country and the twang grates on my nerves. How can anyone listen to this shit? I sit back in the seat and close my eyes. It’s hot and the farther south we head, the hotter it gets. I should have changed into my shorts.

I quickly realize that it was Skull that kept me from falling. "Skull, will you be a dear and help your mate to stand up?" The woman asked. I feel Skull bow next to me, so I wrap my arms around his thick neck and allow him to assist me to stand. I stretched to make my back aches to go away from kneeling for as long as I did. I hugged Skull. "Thank you, and I’m sorry for being a disappointment to you and Rollings." My voice cracked at the end. I felt him growl at what I said, so I quickly release him. The last thing I wanted to do was to piss off this massive predator! "I'm sorry," I whispered out.

As I raced out of town and down the mountain roads driving back to the pack, I heard Ryder groan and begin to slowly roll his head from side to side. “Why fucking me.” he grumbled as he once again reached back and rubbed the rear of his skull. I continued to look ahead as I pushed the hemi sports car heatedly though the mountain pass onwards to my pack house. “You sure know how to ruin a guy’s night.” I muttered, still contemplating if I should stop the car and pulverize this wretch. Ryder squinted over at me and snorted. “This wasn’t my idea of fun either. No female is worth this much headache or trouble in my opinion. Had my damn skulled smashed three different times tonight.” He shuffled

King Uther asked, “Have you heard the legend of dragon’s blood?” Isaac nodded, “I have. It is told that your blood has superior healing powers; better than any other species.” Uther agreed, “It is far better than any other species.” Just then, the doctor came in and smiled, “I have your CT results.” I smiled, “You can speak in front of both of them.” The doctor continued, “Well, the good news is that there has been no movement of the fragments we were worried about and that is a good thing. The bad news is that your skull is not fusing together as well as it should be.”

The visor shattered. I didn't wait. I kicked the Norton into gear, launching the heavy bike straight at the second rider. I didn't phase through him; I rammed him. The impact jarred my teeth, a painful, wonderful reminder of physics. As he wobbled, I grabbed his chain, yanked him off his saddle, and sent him tumbling into the dust. The third rider hesitated. That was his mistake. Dax was already on him, vaulting off the tank of his own bike to deliver a flying kick that sent the man sprawling.

“There is nothing to talk about when it comes to people like you all. However, before we start the battle, let me present you with a gift!” He waved his hand, and a Raksasa warrior rolled out a skull from his long blade and threw it on the ground between the two sides. It was Rama’s skull. At that moment, the nine continents’ warriors were all furious, and their anger was boiling. They could see that Rama’s skull had a few dozen wounds. It was obvious that he had been terribly attacked when he was alive. Both of his eyes were extracted. Without a doubt, that was what the Raksasa Tribe did after they chopped off his head.