Novel & Cerita Rider Skull

My ribs tighten as I lean forward, a sharp pull under my side that makes me inhale slowly through my nose. It is manageable. The Vulture rider lines up beside me, revving his engine aggressively. Sienna steps forward to signal the start. I grip the handlebars tighter. Then another engine cuts through the air. It is deeper. Familiar. My stomach drops before I even turn. Ryder. He rides straight onto the track, stopping his bike between us without hesitation. He pulls off his helmet in one smooth motion, dark eyes scanning the scene in seconds. “What the hell is this?” he demands.

Ryder ran and leapt right over the bonnet with force so huge that the metal sank in. He punched the front view glass with his right fist shattering it into a thousand pieces. He plucked the steering out. He jumped in to grab Drake’s throat and while doing so, his kick landed right on Joe’s face with impact so hard that his face was a bloody mess and the man fell to the back, unconscious.

Stefan grumbled, knocking the object with his knuckles, “It's a parietal bone, it's one of two located in the skull, it helps to form the roof of the cranium,” Lilith inspected it closely, “The real question is... Where is the other piece?” Stefan mumbled. “Guys—” I whimpered, swinging the torch from side to side, “if we don't leave right now, it's our skull next they are going to use as a dipper,” Gushing out of nowhere, a strong wind blew over us, putting out the flame,

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

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?

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.

The rider was skilled, navigating the rough terrain with ease. He cut me off, skidding to a stop directly in my path. I stumbled backward as he dismounted, his face hidden beneath a black helmet. "Well, well," he said, his voice muffled but clearly amused. "What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?" I backed away slowly. "I'm just trying to get back to town. My car broke down." He removed his helmet, revealing a rough-looking man with a scar running down one cheek. "No car around here, sweetheart. Try again."