The Last Rider Novels & Stories

Henry drove right to Brewery Drop after he left Star River Residence. Even though he rarely visits the place, he would go with Logan once in a while. Logan was a frequent patron of Brewery Drop, but he went out of the country to shoot a television series. The music in the bar was deafening but Henry seemed to enjoy it. The booming music was able to resonate something in his empty, aching heart. The bar manager of Brewery Drop recognized Henry. When he saw Henry entering, he rushed over to escort Henry to their usual luxury room.

He warned, before walking out and heading to the entrance. I finished work with Rider standing close. He was the only brother, beside Alex, who stayed this close to me. He was constantly looking round, trying to spot any threats. Everyone had been vetted by Holgate, he was just being precautious. It was coming up to 5pm, time to clock off. I wasn’t working late today, I had the rest of the week, because I wanted to catch up on what I had missed, but I had nothing left to do. I logged out of my computer, signaling to my boss that I was done for the day. He nodded and gave me a thumbs up. He also nodded to Rider, Rider was intimating to everyone I worked with, he was tall, around 6ft 6. He pro

“I don’t understand. If that’s true, then how could we not know? The Premier’s been serving the Empire since the founding of it. They—” “They’ve been serving the Emperor since the founding of it. And serving themselves. Do you know why we never see the dragon riders anywhere near the Imperial City? Do you know where they are most of the time?” “They’re protecting us. Putting down threats to our way of life.” “They’re out there slaughtering and terrorizing anyone in the annexed cities who try to rise up. Some of them are still resisting. And do you know what the riders do when they find resistance? I’ve seen it. I’ve seen the colonel open up the throat of an old man who had already lost every

Instead, I stopped by the market and placed an order for the following day’s beef bones. At 11 p.m., just after I finished my shower, another video from Bianca popped up on my phone. The thumbnail was a still from the kitchen video she had recorded that day. It showed my mother’s recipe page with the fresh tear running through it. The title was impossible to miss. [She Destroyed Her Mother’s Last Recipe Just to Force Me to Take Off the Ring]

Ross grabbed the radio. "Can you identify it?" "Yes." "It matches the boat Isabella stole." Emma looked at Liam. "They're really going there." Liam nodded. "So are we." Ross turned toward the helicopter. "We leave immediately." As everyone climbed aboard, Emma looked one last time at the sea. Somewhere beyond the horizon... Edward Carter was waiting. Richard Holloway was in his hands. Isabella had the memory card. And the final battle was about to begin. Far away, on Black Reef Island, Edward Carter stood on the balcony of an abandoned mansion.

The last message had come in half an hour ago, along with a blurry photo of iron-gray deck railings with nothing but black ocean stretching out behind them. Her final message read. [Dad, I'm here. The wind is crazy. I'll call you tomorrow. Goodnight.] "Maren!" Brody suddenly crouched down and gripped his head in both hands. "I know it was Mr. Lattimer. He's trying to get to me." "Don't panic." "How can I not panic?" He was clawing at his hair. "Do you know what the inspection crew on a drilling platform does? You walk the deck, and when the waves are high enough, they can sweep a person straight off into the ocean."

Over the crest of the hill, headlights appear. Two. Then four. Then ten. Then twenty. A wall of light descends the ridge. The roar becomes deafening. It drowns out the whine of my Ducati. It drowns out the rain. The pack is here. I see the lead bike. It’s a massive black Harley. The rider is a giant in a shredded tactical vest. He rides with one hand on the bars and one hand holding a shotgun resting on his thigh. Drakon. He isn't alone.

“You two will end up making out in the middle of a gunfight for grins and giggles.” “You jealous, husband? You know you’re the only man I ever root,” the Australian man replies, groping the other man’s rear-end. “Fine. Corpse Collector and Drogo,” Ryder addresses the two bikers, “you two go get Sidhe. He is to the west. Follow gunfire.” They nod to Ryder before taking the safety off their guns and running toward the empty vacation houses pelted with bullets.

They are now in black robes, and they have a veil covering their faces. Letting my mind replay everything I had learned from the processor, I was able to guess that they were followers of a black rider. Just then, another thought struck my mind. If the soldiers of the black riders are the crowds that have been watching the fight ever since the beginning, that means Ryan is the last black rider that escaped from the grip of the priest. Not only that, he is the veiled man from the reaper's realm, the ruler of the reapers. Moreover, the shrieking noise of the bird I was hearing belonged to a Nazgul.

It’s my last link to Aiden. The paramedics tell me to hold on a little longer and I hear one of the nurses snap at Lilith telling her that now is not the time for this behavior. That’s the last thing I heard before my world went black.