Riding With Evil Novels & Stories

Either the Hybrid jumped and swam across another continent, or it just vanished into thin air, is another question. “Does it even burn in the sun?” Fridolf asked no one in particular. They were all sprawled at the Volkov’s library, trying and failing to find something about this new enemy. There was barely anything written about the Hybrid apart from a very old scroll dictating the prophecy: A war-born child comes to thee The dark and light side of the moon it’ll be Blood of a Vampire, and a Lycan’s venom On a red moon they’ll have one kind claim them

The Rover swerved, tires screeching as I fought for control. My eyes widened. They were rogues. Three more burst from the trees—sleek shadows in the headlights, eyes glowing feral yellow. One leapt onto the hood, claws scraping across the windshield with a scream of tortured glass. Another flanked the passenger side, snapping at the window. I snarled, Alpha power flooding my veins. The wolf roared to be let out, but I held it back for now. I needed hands on the wheel. I slammed on the brakes.

I replied, the smile I gave him sharpened at the edges. He chuckled, slow and easy, like he didn’t see the poison under the lace. His breath reeked of top-shelf whiskey, and I wondered if he was half-drunk or just naturally reckless. The MC chaplain, tatted from collar to wrist with eyes that seemed to have witnessed hell, stepped forward. He started reciting the vows, but the words all blurred into background noise. My eyes swept the crowd. Crimson Fangs on the left. Iron Revenants on the right. Leather cuts. Hard stares. No one trusted anyone.

The momentum of the car caused it to skid right into the river. I opened the door to find Ethan swimming toward the trunk. I approached him and grabbed his arm. "Honey, I'm cramping up!" He glanced at me and then at the sinking car. I pretended not to see his panicked expression and dragged him down with me. Whenever he tried to swim up, I would drag him down further and further. After this back and forth, both of us became exhausted and were now choking on water. The comments flooded my vision. "Oh, my god! The trunk is locked! Ava can't open it from inside!"

“But Zee and Scars are cool with the babies hitching a ride.” “They – really?” Briley was surprised; she’d assumed that the wedding was a closed thing, for Road Devils members only. She knew that Wolf was off to Utah soon, ready to hand himself over to that fucking snake Viper Grant, and the MC was on high alert, locked down and suspicious of outsiders. She’d been prepared to be alone for the weekend, and she totally understood that. “Are they sure?”

We emerged onto a rooftop where a helicopter sat waiting, its rotors already beginning to spin. “Oh God,” I muttered. They loaded me into the helicopter, strapping me into a seat near the door. Dorian climbed in beside me, still holding the gun casually in one hand. “Ever flown before?” he asked conversationally as we lifted off. “Not like this,” I managed. The city fell away beneath us, lights twinkling in the darkness. The flight felt both endless and far too short. My mind spun with everything Dorian had told me. Werewolves. Calder was a werewolf. That explained so much, the inhuman strength, especially when he was pressing against me.

He trotted with a speed even the vampire king couldn't phantom,hitting Eli mercilessly and clawing every bit of resistance the vampire tried forging against him. Rai growled jumping high in the air to strike at the Tribrid who breathed torture upon the vampire king. Too late!,the Tribrid grabbed him mid air by the neck with his claws sharply buried into his neck whilst he held Eli with the other. They each struggled,the Tribrid let out a roar!,ripping Eli's chest away from his body that he fell weakly to the ground. The wolf glared at Rai satisfactorily before smashing him to the ground so that it trembled.

he asked. “A gray witch.” Hierro answered. "I didn’t say anything about a gray witch – “ Reyan said, but Hierro cut him off. “Yes, you didn’t.” Hierro nodded in agreement. “But, they should exist. They border between good and evil.” He said. Reyan stared at him.

Evander and the other bikers were there as well. I expected compliments, but instead he handed me a red helmet. “Let’s go.” “Hmm.” I took it and strapped it on. He mounted the bike after putting on his black helmet, and I followed suit, while Lilith climbed on behind Evander. I wrapped my arms tightly around Aldrich as he ignited the bike. The tires screeched before it surged forward. He drove out of the palace, straight onto the highway—and then the fun truly began. The wind whipped against me as the bike weaved expertly through cars and trailers. He was so fast that I tightened my grip, resting my head against his back.

À world narrowed to the frantic beat of her own pulse in her ears and the terrifying knowledge that she was utterly, completely helpless. "You should've stayed hidden, sweetheart," a voice hissed again, closer this time, the warm, fetid breath against her skin a nauseating reminder of her past. "Now you're ours. And you’re going to wish you never left." The ride felt endless, a journey through a nightmare. The van rattled violently over every pothole and crack in the deserted roads, the constant, jarring bumps sending agonizing jolts of pain lancing through her tightly bound wrists, up her arms, and into her shoulders. The air in the confined space was thick with the suffocating stink of sta