Rider X Goggles Novels & Stories

The Riders were armored primitively, but Keron had been in enough encounters to know that their protection was strong enough to withstand direct hits. The feet of the Riders were shodded in black boots with protruding spikes on the toe area. Above was their silver shin guards riveted in red bolts. Above were their thigh guards that looked like large skirts at first glance, followed by their utility belts where a pair of pistols are holstered, then the cuirass which were comprised of hexagonal iron-forged plates. They wore no arm guards, only pairs of leather gloves simply covered their hands and on their heads were pointed straw hats that fully obscured their features. Within, their eyes glo

The bike swerved at the last second, tires squealing. “What the hell,” Alexander muttered, following my line of sight. The rider brought the bike to a stop directly below our vantage point, helmet sleek and dark, visor down. He turned his head up toward the roof like he knew exactly where we were. Even from this distance, even through tinted glass, I recognized them. Those eyes. Pale. Icy. Fixed on me. My breath caught. He lifted one gloved hand to his helmet and flipped the visor up just enough for me to see half his face.

There was no way Aledos could face this man, as he was only a high-grade warrior with one breakthrough. The other 5 high-grade warriors were only 1st rank high-grade warriors. The commander had exotic armor, an exotic spear, and an exotic vision enhancer. A vision enhancer is an exotic device that is built like sunglasses, and they are also worn as sunglasses too. The vision enhancer increases the perception and vision of the user. It also provides night vision, HUD telepathy interior display, and other features.

I stumble backward, windmilling my arms, about to go down hard on the pavement. Strong hands catch my elbows. Steady me. "Whoa. Hey. You okay?" I look up. The rider is still on the bike, but he's twisted around to face me. Full helmet with a dark visor that reflects my own panicked face back at me. All I can see are his eyes through the visor. Gray eyes. Intense. Sharp. Focused entirely on me with an attention that makes me feel pinned in place. I know those eyes.

It skidded sideways across the gravel, kicking up a huge cloud of dust before coming to a smooth, sharp stop right in front of the open area. The rider sat tall on the machine, covered in sleek black leather biking gear, wearing a dark visor helmet that hid their face entirely. But the figure… Low whispers broke out among my apprentices behind me. "Who is that?" one boy whispered, leaning over to his buddy. "That machine is top tier..." I kept my mouth shut, watching the rider intently. The rider swung a long leg over the seat, stepping off the bike with absolute grace. They reached up with gloved hands, unlatched the helmet clip, and pulled the black helmet off in one smooth motion.

I called out, wiping a streak of grease across my forehead. Viper leaned over the workbench nearby, his fingers flying across a holographic display that Harrison had smuggled into our last supply drop. "It’s the stabilizing tech, El. These bikes aren't just engines anymore. If the thermal dampeners aren't perfect, Silas’s satellites will pick up the heat signature before you even clear the treeline." These weren't just motorcycles. They were "Ghost-Bikes." After the arena, we realized we couldn't run in wolf form across the state.

Through the grimy windows, I could see at least fifteen motorcycles, their riders wearing crimson and black patches that made my wolf recoil instinctively. Crimson Howlers. "Mama?" Eli looked up from the wrench he'd been pretending to use on an old carburetor. "Those bikes sound angry." He wasn't wrong. Everything about the new arrivals screamed aggression, from the way they'd arranged themselves in attack formation to the casual way their hands rested near concealed weapons. This wasn't a social visit. "Stay here," I told Eli, guiding him toward the back of the garage where an old tool cabinet would provide cover. "No matter what happens, you stay hidden until I come get you, okay?"

I asked "It's a flat clear camera which is like a sheet of paper protected by contact lens material." Xavier explained "I wear it all day so I can photograph anything that's unusual. The images are instantly sent to Geovanni's tablet. It doesn't hurt and it's kind of cool to have zoom in vision. Here hold still." I did as he said and he gently placed the lens in my eye. I blinked a little getting used to the feel of the lens. I looked at Xavier and the boys. They seemed normal.

The figure gradually materialized, clad in desert attire, their face hidden beneath goggles and a scarf. As the dirt bike drew nearer, the rider skillfully navigated the uneven terrain, eventually coming to a stop a short distance from Lin and Hunter. The engine's growl diminished, leaving behind an uneasy silence. The mysterious rider removed their goggles, revealing a face marked by determination. "Lin, Hunter, I've been tracking your journey," the rider spoke, their voice tinged with urgency.

Riders coasting to a halt in the dark, in a forest that was now completely black to them because their light amplification was also gone. Xander watched it from thirty feet up in a tree, his heartbeat slow and his skin entirely human. He’d forbidden the shift; he wanted them cold and quiet, ghosts in the machine. He waited until the third engine stalled. Then he dropped. They'd grown up in it, trained in it, run it in the dark for years. The ghost unit riders had expensive equipment that had stopped working and eyes that hadn't adjusted to darkness because they'd been relying on the HUDs to handle that. It wasn't a fight. It was a disassembly.