Riding With Evil Novels & Stories

Without any further contemplation, I walked out of the marquee, unable to muster enough motions or strength to even run, or tears to spill from my soulless eyes for that matter. The indestructible power of evil had been shown to me for the very first time, and the innocent soul of Madam Maxima paid the price and perished torturously. My frozen mind bubbled one crucial thought as my legs forced their way of out of the place, that my dream of a life filled with peace and bliss, lay far from my reach…as I viewed myself stuck in the never-ending realm of evil….

Each step brought them closer to their ultimate goal, and the weight of their mission pressed upon them. As they ventured deeper into the den, the red light intensified, casting an eerie crimson glow on their faces. The air grew thick with anticipation, a palpable tension that hung in the atmosphere. Emilia's heart raced in her chest, a mixture of fear and excitement intertwining within her. She knew that their encounter with the devil would be a pivotal moment, one that would test their mettle and determine the fate of their friend, Violet. Finally, they reached a large chamber, bathed in an intense red radiance. In the center stood a towering figure, cloaked in darkness yet emanating a sin

Anastasia “He got you a bike? Are we talking ‘toto we’re not in Kansas anymore’ or hell rider?” “It’s Ghostrider. Don’t disrespect the Cage like that. It’s a luxury bike, Eva.” I folded my legs under my bottom and took a healthy swig of wine. Evangeline mirrored my movements through the screen of my tablet, raising hers in healthy salute before chugging it down with the grace of a werewolf princess. “Okay, so she’s a Ducati Diavel and she’s red. Like bright, traffic-stopping red. It looks like something a fantasy villain would ride. It’s perfect,” I released a sigh.

I wouldn’t want his soft expression to change to an unlikeable one, just because I haven’t understood how to ride a horse. “So, I want you to know a few things before we get to our destination. One, I don’t want you to act jumpy. Two, don’t speak too much as you don’t really know much about this world. Three, always be at alert. This pack we are going over to, is known for going through torments from an evil wolf spirit, and that’s because they must have offended it. I won’t want you to fall an unnecessary victim.” “All noted. Well, I hope the evil wolf spirit isn’t going to attack us. I mean, why are we going there, when there is an evil wolf spirit?”

The words spill out, maybe because of the scotch, but his eyes are focused as he waits for an answer. "I don't think Empaths can turn into wolves." "No, but you can ride. There are roads through the Blackwood Forest which are wonderful on horseback. Miles and miles of countryside where you can lose the rest of the world even being there. We can even race, I'll be slower so you will. If I notice you're compelling the horse then I'll take it as a challenge" The world he paints is like paradise. You and I, alone, no ghostly politics, no deathly curses, no hunters seeking to hunt us down and kill us. Just peace.

That wasn’t even a question, but sitting helpless in a bed, just waiting for the other shoe to drop was maddening… Grace was kind enough to tell me that one of the Wolf Riders’ MC was sitting outside my door every day. She only said who, if it was Steel… Knowing Steel was right outside the door actually made me feel a little safer. And I hated it. I shouldn’t feel safe around the man who betrayed me! It seemed to me that at the end of all my problems stood a man. Jones, Steel, Jasper… Note to self: Men ARE the root of all evil!

“You’re too smart for your own good.” She smirked. “And you’re too stubborn for yours.” There was a long pause. Then, he spoke again, lower. “Get dressed. You’re coming.” The ride to Echelon was silent, save for the rumble of thunder and the low growl of the engine. Valerio wore the expression of a man descending into hell. Sera had seen that look before—when he’d hunted men who touched what was his. But this time, it was deeper. There was history in his silence. Wounds she hadn’t yet tasted.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

"I'm kinda already part of this. You've already unknowingly dragged me into this. I've lied to our chief twice which makes me complicit in what you have got going on. I'm not about to be dragged down by my partner's recklessness. If you're doing this, I'm helping, and we're going to do it right before you bring down the entire wrath of Chief Keef and the FBI on our heads." He held out his hand. "So? Partners? For real this time." I stared at his hand for a long moment then slipped mine into his. "Partners."

Chapter Two The night was alive with the rumble of engines. headlamps cutting across Raven’s stalled Harley as Sabrina clutched her waist with trembling hands. The Moonburn Riders had come, and their formation wasn’t random, it was deliberate, primal, the way a wolf pack isolates prey before moving in.