Rider X Goggles Novels & Stories

"Yes. The visor limits your peripheral vision, which forces your brain to rely entirely on your central ocular tracking. I need to see how your eyes adjust when your field of view is artificially restricted." Pretty sure he didn’t understand shit I just said, but he didn't argue. He pulled his helmet out of his bag, slipped it over his unruly black hair, and snapped the chin strap shut. The dark tint of the visor hid his eyes entirely, which made me feel significantly more comfortable. "Maya?," I said. "On it. Sequence live," Maya murmured, tapping her keyboard. "Sensors are calibrated." I took a black hockey puck, slapped an orange sensor onto the center of it, and stood exactly four feet a

Ryder POV The roar of six motorcycles echoes through the mountain pass as we approach Nightshade territory. Jolie rides behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist, silver light barely contained beneath her skin. I feel her tension through our bond—not fear exactly, but anticipation. Like a warrior preparing for battle. Luna and Knox ride to our left, Cass and Phoenix to our right. We form a tight formation, pack colors visible on every jacket. Iron Fangs in bold silver lettering, wolf symbols stitched across our shoulders and backs.

Zoe's POV All I wanted was peace. All I wanted was to be away to clear my mind. Was that too much to ask? Apparently, yes, it was. Because, as I walked away from the crowd, I noticed riders getting ready for the races with their horses. Lo and behold, Xavier Shaw was there, supporting a mouthwatering rider’s outfit, in his Pack colors. His pack’s Blood Crescent sigil was sewn on his shoulder pads and the front of the jacket, with the number 004 sewn on the back in a large black number.

In smoky emergencies like this one, Temujin could attach the two tubes to the chin of his mempo mask and loosen the gaiters of his leg to let the open end of the tube dangle near the floor, where there was a supply of precious breathable air. Koumori-shishou, disguised as Pukkitunturri’s blacksmith, had also equipped his suit with a cowl-like piece of dragon scale that was deployable from a collar pocket and didn’t dangle in the back. Salamander emergency cowls had layers of semi-opaque cloth on the visor to reduce the glare of fires. Borrowing the technology of Stork gliding goggles, Koumori-shishou had fitted the eye holes of the cowl with lenses of clear mica instead.

Rei’s Point of View The gentle breeze rustled my sundress while I stood by his motorcycle. The sun's warmth caressed my skin, and I found solace in his company. His face was hidden behind the helmet he never seemed to remove, yet he lifted the visor to reveal his sparkling, captivating hazel eyes. I returned the gesture with a sweet smile, my blue eyes reflecting my happiness with him. Amid my chaotic life, X brought a sense of tranquility and serenity that I couldn't find elsewhere.

Blur. The lines in front of him are completely blurry. He silently tries to read the letters on the page but it’s nearly impossible. Ryder sighs and puts on a pair of glasses. His vision is slightly clearer but he still can’t read too well. For the past few days, his vision keeps on switching between blurry and clear. Sometimes, he can see well. Sometimes, he can’t see beyond a few feet. He leans back against the leather chair and stares outside the window. It’s a clear night sky. The distant stars are almost negligible to him. He doesn’t react but simply stares into the distance, wondering how long he has.

Chris pursed his lips as he asked, “How’s the review of surveillance videos coming along?” “Boss, I cannot steal Web Rider’s thunder, or he will skin me alive.” Night Rider scratched the back of his head. “Right you are...” Web rider walked in flamboyantly as if on cue. His appearance was a contradiction to all the other shadow guards. He had a strip of hair through the midline about 5cms wide and 3cms long that was dyed green, like a parrot’s tuft while the rest of his head was shaved clean. His clothing was just as ridiculous. He wore a bright magenta leather jacket and pants.

, Rex said snidely, what was his problem with me now. "Shut it up Rex, you're just jealous that Nox and Vixen did better than you and Yuri.", Mariana replied back at him, crossing her hands on her chest. "At least we're not using some illegal thing unlike these idiots.", Yuri shouted back at us and I told Mariana to just shake it off and tell her and everyone to celebrate all of our test today in Crystal Zilch which is a popular bar in our region. They cheered at me and with that we left our school stationary building, I went into my new Tron Bike XR2 which is the super speed motorcycle. Grabbing the glasses thing and wear it, it detects my iris and automatically extended to be a helmet. I t

The tire⁠s smoked, filling the narrow space with the sm⁠e‍ll of burnin‍g rubber. ‌The rider was dressed in black leather, a blac‌k helmet obscuring​ his‍ face‍.‍ The⁠ guards hesit​ated. ⁠"Move​ along,‍" the guard yelled. "Pri⁠vat​e matter‌." Th⁠e rider didn'‍t move​.‌ He⁠ kicked the ki​ckstan‍d​ down. He stood up slowly. ‌H‍e reached up and u‍nclipped his he‌lmet⁠.

It got the message already… “I’ll leave!” I spun and headed back to my pickup, all while I felt the Riders' eyes were on me. But they weren’t warm and playful as they used to be. They were hateful glares, daggers that would have put me six feet under if looks could kill. “What the fuck is going on?” I muttered to myself, shaking my head as if that could magically snap all the pieces back together and I’d finally understand. But there was nothing! No sense, no meaning, no---- nothing!