The Biker's Assassin: Ripper And Chaotic Novels & Stories

Maybe I should use this opportunity to ask more about it. “What’s a dark ripper?” My brother seems to hesitate. “Well, since you’re going to be a hunter anyway, I might as well tell you.” He decides after a very long pause. “The Dark Ripper is someone that we call the vigilante who kills demons that are off our radar. He hunts them down like it's some random sport or workout.” “That…doesn’t seem so bad, right? I mean, if he is killing demons, then isn’t that good?” There’s no doubt in my mind that I am the person that he is describing as.

The masked assassin in the black tracksuit did a few dozen somersaults as well, falling bloodied onto the ground and staying there, motionless! Pfft! There was the sound of something slicing through the air! Another assassin on a bike pulled a shiny long dagger from his waist, coming at Philip rapidly as he swung his blade down. He wanted to hack Philip to death out in the open! However, Philip raised his hand and shot a tile at him, hitting the rider on the head! The rider crashed onto the floor, his eyes wide and his body slanting as he and his bike slid several dozen meters down the road!

Ryker cleared his throat before answering, "To hang out at the bar as usual." "And drink and get drunk?" Rosalia shook her head. "No wonder," she said more quietly. Ryker who heard that was drawn closer to her. "What does that head shake mean?" Rosalia girded her loins even though she was scared to death of Ryker and those men. "That's what I thought about the biker gang and you confirmed it." Ryker quickly picked up the screwdriver Rosalia was holding. "We're not an ordinary biker gang. We're not what you think we are." Then he threw the screwdriver at the wall and it stuck there. "We're more dangerous than you think."

"We've got shooters on the east road too. It's a coordinated attack." My wolf snarled inside me. They'd planned this. Waited for us to leave the compound vulnerable. "All units, fall back to the clubhouse." I yanked my bike into a hard turn. "This is a diversion." "Ryder" Cass started. "Now!" We raced back, but they were ready for that too. A spike strip across the road took out three bikes. Wolves went tumbling across asphalt in a spray of sparks and blood. I ditched my bike and shifted mid-roll. Shadow burst through my skin in a familiar agony of breaking bones and reshaping flesh.

The world turned orange as the blast ripped through the silence, sending a shockwave that rattled my teeth. "GO!" Ruan bellowed. The Phantoms surged forward, a wall of black leather and chrome screaming into the light. Gunfire erupted—not the muffled thuds of the assassins, but the heavy, rhythmic roar of the bikers' weapons. It was a symphony of chaos. I watched from the ridge, my heart in my throat. I saw Ruan dive off his bike while it was still moving, sliding across the asphalt and firing his revolver with a precision that was haunting. He was a god of the road, a creature of fire and lead.

he says, pushing the door open. “You’re not coming with us?” I ask, brows raised. “No, I’m not,” he says softly. “I’m not part of the SOC bikers. I’m Mr. Warrick’s butler…” He pauses, swallowing hard. “…Now your butler. You don’t need to worry about your safety. Ripper will keep you safe. Good luck, Ash.” I nod and rush outside. There he is, Ripper, sitting on his bike, dressed in full biker kit, a jacket with the SOC skull and Ripper boldly stenciled across the back.

Chaos. Viper's gun wavered. Just for a second. I moved. My elbow slammed into his throat. He stumbled back, gasping. I ran for the gate. "Jenna, get down!" Colt screamed. I dropped just as bullets tore through the air where I had been standing. Viper had recovered, firing wildly. The gate exploded inward. Thirty bikers poured through, Razor leading the charge. Everything became chaos and violence. I crawled behind a concrete barrier as bullets flew overhead. Somewhere, Colt was shouting orders. Men were fighting hand-to-hand. The entire compound was burning.

The rider slammed on the brakes, the bike sliding sideways and coming to a stop just inches from my legs. He ripped his helmet off. He had dark hair, a jagged scar near his eyebrow, and a look of pure annoyance. His leather vest had a patch: IRON GRAVE MC. "You trying to die, Princess?" he barked. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the castle?" I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. In the distance, I saw the black SUVs. Edmund’s men. "Please," I choked out, grabbing his arm. "I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me."

I’m not technically her rider, but I am her mate, and so I had done what I could do to show her that she’s mine, no matter what. When I had stripped her down, I’d seen the burn marks, the bruises. I didn’t say anything to her and I didn’t say anything to Avani when we found the dead witch and warlock beheaded the next day, but I’m pretty sure I’ve found my assassin. It’s my mate.

" I don't know Zero. I don't know what to think anymore. When I went to her house,I found a strange lady in her house. She left immediately but there's something about that lady...I can't quite put my finger on it." " A Strange lady? How Strange?" Zero probes. " A biker, leather jackets and boots,tattoos and a killer aura. It's heavy,like she is a trained assassin." I picture her as I explain. " A biker? Are you sure? " Jepoy asks and I nod. " It's not easy to mistake someone like that. Who is she and what was she doing in Hera's apartment?" I ask and Zero stays quiet for a minute. "Maybe you are overthinking and it was nothing. Maybe it's just a friend." Zero reason's. I want to scream no a