Scared Rider Xechs Novels & Stories

"That guard was about to shoot you, Blair. Dimitri saved your life." "I know," I whispered, but my voice trembled. "I know that. But Jane... the way he looked. He wasn't my Dimitri anymore. He was—" "He was Ghost Rider," Jane finished quietly. "The part of himself he tries so hard to keep from you. The violence he's capable of when the people he loves are threatened." Tears stung my eyes and I couldn't hold them back anymore. I let them stream down my face. "I promised I'd stay in the car. He told me to stay safe and hidden and I didn't listen, and because of me—"

My chest tightens, a warning I do not ignore. I catch the youngest rider moving uneasily in his saddle. His face blanches in the sunlight. He leans close to his horse’s neck, murmuring something so low I almost miss it. “My mother... I hear her.” “Say that again,” I order him, thinking I must not have heard him right. His lips tremble as he repeats, “I hear her screaming. She’s in danger... please….” His eyes dart around, wild and frantic. We are too far from our pack for the mindlink. No one should be able to reach us here, and yet, a sickness settles in my gut, and something dark and unnatural tugs at the edges of my mind.

“You’re not leaving my sight.” “I can do this,” Sasha insisted, her voice steady despite the fear coursing through her. “Trust me.” Ethan hesitated, his protective instincts warring with the logic of her plan. Finally, he nodded, his jaw tight. “Be careful.” With a quick glance at Jaxon, who was already battling another wave of creatures, Sasha sprinted toward the nearest rune. The glow grew brighter as she approached, and she could feel the oppressive energy emanating from it. She raised the dagger, slashing through the carved symbols. The glow flickered and then went out, and one of the creatures let out a deafening shriek before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

Then, from the back of the room, someone whistled low, long, and appreciative. It was a sound that made her skin crawl. "Well, well," a greasy-haired biker, his face scarred and his grin wide, drawled, his voice thick with malicious amusement. "Look what wandered in. Reaper’s little pet, eh? Thought you could hide from us, darling?" Her throat was bone-dry, aching with the effort, but she forced the words out, her voice surprisingly steady, despite the frantic hammering of her heart.

A swift kick to the chest, and the attacker was wheezing on the pavement. "Get out," the rider growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Before I really hurt you." The two men didn't argue. They staggered up, grabbing each other for support, and bolted down the alley, cursing under their breath. One of them muttered something about "Jax from the Reapers," but Elena barely heard. Her ears were ringing, her body trembling. The rider, Jax, she guessed, turned to her. He knelt down, his face softening just a bit. "You okay?" he asked, his voice rough but not unkind.

He became a three-ton projectile of carbon-titanium, rocketing across the crater toward the excavation site. [Alpha vs. Priestess] High Priestess Xanthe had Harper’s mech pinned against the black hull of the buried starship. With a gesture, Xanthe was manipulating the ambient sand to turn it into constricting bands, slowly crushing Harper’s armor. "Your false guardian cannot save you now," Xanthe purred, her eyes glowing with a toxic violet light. Suddenly, Xanthe’s psychic sensors screamed a warning. She looked up just as Jack’s desert-camo mech tore through the dust storm, traveling at top speed.

Mortified I follow the trail of blood and just by my side, lifeless and cold, my driver’s body lays sprawled on the ground and I scream. I move away from the vehicle, from my driver’s body, from the blood. My screams aren’t stopping and if I’m being honest crying and shouting is the only thing that makes me not vomit or faint on the spot. “River? River!” Someone calls from behind me. I turn around scared out of my mind. It’s not just someone, there are two men. Two shirtless men with ‘X’ tattoos on the right side of their chests. “W-Who are you? D-Don’t come any closer! Don’t…don’t come any closer! Stay away! Stay away from me”

A chill ran through his spine scaring him to his wits. “HOW DARE YOU TO QUESTION THE LORD??” The heavy voice landed in those two vampires ears, the horse-rider scared and the accomplice shaking like a dead leaf. They both knew who this person was and how this man was going to regret them both; the former for even listening to something rubbish the later said.

she croaked tauntingly. Xander got enraged to the core, shifting into his huge beast. This time, his speed and power were at their peak. Fire seemed to be roaming around him, and there were red pairs of wings spreading out from his back. He grew in size and all his muscles popped out. His eyes were burning like a lake of fire. "You are another hybrid from Lena's pack, too?" I saw the fear in Diane's eyes as she muttered those words, fluttering her eyes as she rested on Xander.

Hence the only solution was to rid the earth of such a plague and I swore to do just that even if it's the last thing I do **** _______________________________________________________________________________ *** Meanwhile, in the Astral plane *** Xander and his dad can be seen riding on something that looks like a fusion of a camel and a mole. It was exactly like a camel but had the face of a mole with it's nose having all those feelers. The air can be seen to wave due to the scorching heat. While his Dad looks unfazed by the ride, it's clear that Xander had had enough of it.............. Xander's POV~