Sky Rider Novels & Stories

Chris pursed his lips as he asked, “How’s the review of surveillance videos coming along?” “Boss, I cannot steal Web Rider’s thunder, or he will skin me alive.” Night Rider scratched the back of his head. “Right you are...” Web rider walked in flamboyantly as if on cue. His appearance was a contradiction to all the other shadow guards. He had a strip of hair through the midline about 5cms wide and 3cms long that was dyed green, like a parrot’s tuft while the rest of his head was shaved clean. His clothing was just as ridiculous. He wore a bright magenta leather jacket and pants.

Skylar's POV Ten years had passed since the spirit guardian's warning and sometimes I could almost forget it was coming. Almost. I stood at the window watching our children train in the courtyard below. They were seventeen now though technically fifteen due to their accelerated growth that had finally normalised around age eight. Ryder moved through combat drills with natural authority. Strong and protective like both his fathers. He led without trying and the younger pack members followed instinctively. Luna sparred with grace and precision. She was brilliant and empathetic and bridged cultures effortlessly. She could move between supernatural factions with ease, which amazed even the Concl

Their friend was stunning and perfect and could be called beautiful by many. " Nothing, " they said at once swallowing hard as they are once again hit by how ridiculously beautiful their friend was. Skyler released a deep sigh knowing he was going to regret this night. His outings with his two mischievous best friends have always landed him in trouble. The three men walked out of the now deserted office to the lift that took them to the underground garage and they piled into Skyler Red tinted Drako GTE. Skyler has always had a weakness for fast cars and he just got this one few weeks ago.

I said, turning my face to look at Daire’s big brown eyes. “It’s nice to meet you Cedar.” Daire put out a big hand. Cedar looked at it wearily. “It’s okay you don’t have to trust me yet. Trust is earned. I get that. You're a good man looking out for your sister.” Daire spoke gently to Cedar. I smiled and Cedars' shoulders relaxed a bit. I wondered if telepathy could suddenly work on him. Cedar yawned, his eyes were starting to droop. Daire lounged back. “So tired boy do you want to sleep out here with your sister and Me or do you want the big bed all to yourself?” Cedar’s tired face lit up.

“Hey, Sissy.” “Hey, Bubba,” Ali replies, pulling back so they can face Ryder. So this guy must be Grimm, her older brother. They look a lot alike, minus the hair color. “Is that our boys taking cover in the middle, Frosty?” He asks Uncle Ryder. “Unfortunately, Reaper, yes, that’s our team. Sierra and Sidhe are picking off as many as they can. But, of course, Jaxson gave away his position. Collector,” Ryder addresses another honey-blonde man with his hair in a messy top not, clean-shaven face, and dancer’s body.

She was a direct descendant, the strongest kind of wolf-shifters, the chosen one, the blessed child of the Gods, she was the Moonchild. But of course, none of them believes the lying, crazy Park Jennie. They put her in a cage and her total isolation so she would stop spewing lies. Nicole is their Alpha. Their queen, no one else. November is just standing in Nicole’s way of getting the rights to rein the Luna Puer Pack. His eyes widen in sickening fear as November James smirked one last time before shifting. Horrified screams filled the whole dark as a shadow of a wolf shows all the gore in the wall, now splattered with blood.

Skylar's POV 1:00 am. My parents were sound asleep in their room. Chicken was sound asleep in my room, curled up on my bed. The moon was up in the night sky, glowing brightly. And I, Skylar Anderson, was dressed up in a black T-shirt and jeans, my favourite denim jacket, and some butt-kicking motorcycle boots. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I kind of resembled those actors in gangster movies. I looked like one of those sketchy dudes lurking around the creepy alleyways of New York city, having anything but good intentions.

**Ryder** Luca didn’t seem to take a breath while loosely sharing his strange fantasies in the bedroom. I managed to block him out, nodding my head every now and then so he would think I was still listening. Relieved to finally make it to the security gates of the storage facility I scanned my key card and the metal gates automatically opened. I chose this facility to store my bike because security is a top priority here. I sped up my pace to a fast walk. Adrenaline was already coursing through my veins with anticipation of the ride. Damn, it has been too long, I couldn’t wait to turn the throttle and feel the power of my bike beneath me. There’s something about riding that calms me. It’s li

“Ryder, something’s coming.” The wind shifted, cold, metallic, carrying the faint vibration of something ancient tearing through the sky. The trees bowed as though some invisible force pushed them down. Ryder’s jaw tightened. He knew that presence. That weight. That cold, celestial fury. “Lunaris sent another one,” he said under his breath. “Bigger than before. Stronger.”

Ryder POV The roar of six motorcycles echoes through the mountain pass as we approach Nightshade territory. Jolie rides behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist, silver light barely contained beneath her skin. I feel her tension through our bond—not fear exactly, but anticipation. Like a warrior preparing for battle. Luna and Knox ride to our left, Cass and Phoenix to our right. We form a tight formation, pack colors visible on every jacket. Iron Fangs in bold silver lettering, wolf symbols stitched across our shoulders and backs.