The Last Rider Novels & Stories

I ask, forgetting about his nakedness for a few seconds, only to be slapped with flushed cheeks and embarrassment, the next as I glance at him again. Just keep your eyes on his eyes Halie. We can do this. "What...you mean shift?" "Think about it Halie, the animal you saw, I'm standing in the same spot. " "Okay, so you manage to stand where he was big deal, " "Stop denying what you're seeing? Did you hear it leave? Something that large isn't easily scared away, " Rider says, taking sure steps towards me and I move back hitting into the trunk of the tree behind me. "You know you know the truth, admit it. You've known all along. "

FILM SHOW May 26, 2021 ZACK "This will be the last," I murmured firmly as I gritted my teeth into him, my gaze fixed on his. I blinked before returning my focus to the fragments of his photograph. "And these? And all of these?" I paused. "If you think you can trick me for the second time, you've failed," I sneered. As I watched the rage cross his face again, I narrowed my eyes at him. He looks like he's about to erupt at any minute.

She hoped she wasn’t way off in her idea that Reapers wouldn’t venture into Keeper territory without a damn good reason. “Hell, yeah,” he repeated. “Sounds… dangerous.” “Why don’t we get some sleep,” Cutter said, gesturing at himself and Ru, “and you can get back to… whatever you were doing before Ru called you.” “I was looking for Reapers, duh,” Rider said, exaggeratingly rolling his eyes. He must’ve known Cutter was aware. “Good. Go find some.” “Fine,” Rider acquiesced. “See y’all in a few hours.” He faded away just as quickly as he had materialized, and Ru watched in awe at the spot where he’d just been standing.

Seeing Peyton's crazed behavior, they joined forces to pull him away. The head nurse even slapped Peyton across the face. "What kind of lunatic are you, treating my patient like this?! Do you know what she's been through? She just came out of a fire. Her lungs and larynx have sustained severe damage, with nearly all function lost; she suffered a traumatic miscarriage as a result—and she barely pulled through.

The rider was staring at the smoking ambulance. Cale walked up to the rider. "I need your bike," Cale said. "Excuse me?" the rider asked, flipping up his visor. "My partner is dying," Cale said. "I need your bike." The rider looked at Cale. He saw the hospital gown tucked into jeans. He saw the cast. He saw the blood on Cale’s face. And he saw the eyes. The rider got off the bike. "Take it," the rider said. "Keys are in it."

I hissed, kicking the kickstand up. I revved the engine, the vibration traveling through my spine, but the noise couldn't drown out the image of Jax’s hand sliding down to Lila’s waist. He caught my gaze over her shoulder and gave me a slow, mocking salute. He knew. He knew exactly how to get under my skin without throwing a single punch. "Line 'em up!" the flag girl shouted. I pulled my bike to the line. To my left was 'Viper,' a Skulls rider who rode like he had a death wish and no one to go home to. To my right, unexpectedly, was Jax on a sleek, blacked-out Ducati.

“Maybe. But it sure as hell doesn’t respect you anymore.” The tall rider took another step forward, raising his hands to quiet the murmurs. His voice carried strong now, no hesitation. “We came because he promised us a throne. But what’s a king worth if he can’t even defend his crown? If all he does is hide behind blood?” Rafe jerked, snarling. “Don’t you dare—” The rider cut him off. “I say we’re done here.” He turned, spat in the dirt, and swung onto his bike. The engine roared, tires spitting gravel as he rode off into the dark.

I was right behind them now. The first-place rider suddenly slowed slightly, just enough to force the mysterious rider to pull right. Another rider appeared from nowhere, speeding toward her side like he wanted to send her flying. But they weren’t backing off. This was way too deadly. I felt dread wash over me. Then I saw it—the rider at the back. He suddenly raised his arm. Something metallic glinted in his hand. A launcher. A small one. “What the actual fuck is going on?” Then the homing rocket shot forward. But it moved too fast, glowing red and blue as it launched straight for the mysterious rider's bike. “Oh shit!”

. A gunshot would echo for miles. He dropped from the tree branch above the lead rider. He landed silently on the back of the snowmobile. Before the rider could react, Damian had him in a chokehold. A sharp twist. A crack. The rider went limp. The second rider spun around, reaching for his radio. "Contact!" he shouted. I rose from the snow. I didn't shoot to kill. I shot the radio. BANG. The plastic receiver on his shoulder shattered. The rider flinched, turning his weapon toward me. Kai was faster. He emerged from the right flank, using the butt of his rifle like a baseball bat. He swung it into the rider's helmet. CLANG. The rider fell off the sled, unconscious before he hit the snow. "Cle

Rider's laughter erupted through the air. "As for your beloved Lara, I have no more interest in her since she rejected my proposition. And for your information, I instructed Savana to eliminate her. Currently, Savana and Lara are engaged in a fierce battle in a secluded area unknown to you," Rider disclosed. "Dammit! I'm going to kill you!" I shouted, launching a powerful attack. However, Rider swiftly dodged in another direction while bursting into an echoing laughter. "Is that all you can do, Magnus?" he taunted provocatively. My inner wolf seethed with anger as I launched another assault. Despite Rider Storm's growing power taken from the Supreme Vampire, my resolve to defeat him remained