Shin Masked Rider Novels & Stories

He hadn’t fully understood what that meant until now. Everywhere he looked, the ultra-elite were shedding their daytime restraint. In a shadowed corner near the main salon bar, a statuesque redhead in a feathered gold mask had her back pressed against the wall while a man in a black-on-black suit—Ken recognized him as a prominent hedge fund manager—kissed her throat with open-mouthed hunger. His hand moved under her long dress, fingers working skillfully as she bit her lip to stifle a moan. No one around them batted an eye. This was the Hamptons after dark. At this hidden mask party, the rules dissolved with the champagne.

Tigreal responded with a sad tone. The fuel got exhausted all of a sudden, leaving only 1/3rd remaining. Trevor didn't know how long he could keep driving like this, he needed some sort of miracle to save them. Just then, someone appeared behind the corner of the road with a dark armored suit, holding a gun in his hand. A black mask covering half his face, hiding his identity completely. The unknown masked man sped furiously towards the scene with his power bike, shooting aggressively and relentlessly at the hoods who retaliated and fired back.

the only person that could answer that question was Victor but Yamato felt like he would find out sooner or later so he didn't ask. "Next stop....Shin" Victor said as he started the car and drove off. It was not a long drive. It didn't take up to three minutes to arrive at Shin's location. All that was left was to talk to him. The aura that Shin emitted was very imposing, the mere sight of him was enough to bring anyone to their knees. There was no change in visual appearance, he still looked like Dave but anyone that saw him could recognize the difference. When Tanaka witnessed this sight, all she could do was Marvel at it. Even though Shin was doing a good job suppressing his energy, the l

He sat perfectly still, but every line of his body screamed power. ​He wore a polished silver mask that covered the left half of his face, where the worst injuries were rumored to be. The mask was cracked in one place, giving it a brutal, shattered look. His visible features were sharp: a strong jawline, and one eye deep, icy black that was currently fixed on the patterns in the carpet. He looked like a fallen king, ruined but still terrifying. ​"Anya," my father mumbled, shoving me forward. "Meet Alpha Ronan."

“To make sure no one pulls anything shady.” Something about that made warmth spread through my chest. Still, I hesitated. “I just… I don’t want to deal with the attention. If Riley’s already talking about me, then—” Ryder pulled something from his pocket and held it up. A sleek black mask. I blinked. “What’s that for?” He smirked. “If you don’t want them to know it’s you… then don’t let them.” I stared at him. He tossed it at me and I caught it. “Problem solved, darling.”

They all cheered happily, jumping in the air. I pulled one of the teens' bikes. "Here is your brake. You match to slow down in case of steep slopes. And this is the accelerator." I had begun explaining the parts to them when Jayden showed again n his red biker jacket, leather boots, hand gloves, and a mask. "How about I join you guys?" The children turned, caught sight of him, and a higher percentage of them cheered and screamed. "The masked biker! Masked biker!" My rage tripled. When our eyes met, I threw all shades of bitter hateful glare at him, while he just held a nasty smirk.

"Do you take this woman to be your wife, to stand by her through thick and thin?" "I do," the man said, his voice muffled by the mask. The guests whispered in awe. Howard Larson, the Larson family's big shot, was so in love with me that he would not let a bad cold stop our big day. He did not want to disappoint me. "Wait a second." The man's eyes darted around, and his forehead was dotted with sweat. I smiled and asked, "Howard, you're looking a bit pale. Too busy with the wedding to remember your medicine?"

BAM! Three gunshots rang out, loud as thunder. I curled into a ball on the dirt, screaming. The man in the mask let out a sharp cry of pain, clutching his leg as he stumbled back. He didn't stay to fight. He scrambled back to the SUV, leaving a trail of blood on the road, and zoomed off in a cloud of exhaust. The bike skidded to a stop right in front of me, the kickstand clicking into place. The rider was covered in leather gear and a dark helmet. He jumped off and rushed to me.

Max commented. “It's all a part of the Rider charm,” I said. “Let's hope so, because both you and I look like we are waiting for the love of our life to grace us with her presence.” “Funny, since we are doing the exact opposite. We are watching an enemy and trying to learn her moves.” I snarled. “We’ll get rid of her somehow,” I said looking up at the same window the creature was sticking her adorably scary head out of.

* Liam found himself focusing on something else. He was looking out to see if there was any movie being shot nearby or if he had stepped into a location. But his search was futile, because none of that was happening. *He doesn't look dressed for a masquerade party either. Weirdo.* He almost spat out as the button was let lose. "I'm sorry." The stranger said before continuing on his race. Liam paused and looked back. *He seems to be in a hurry somehere.* He thought and was about to continue his sprint when he realised he wanted to do something before he bumped into the masquerade mask stranger.