The Last Rider Novels & Stories

Lia : “Polite, you and I know!” Ain, see group chat and reading. Salsa : “Oh my gosh. Sorry, guys” Salsa : “Eh, but Ain where yak?” Lia : “You know, read it, don't reply to him. Lazy times” Salsa : “no way?” Lia : “Yes, Sa, he's not you. You're the one who you are, Salsa : “Basic. That's right. The cave is said to be a village. You don't have a village, heartbroken for two days, and you know where”?

I didn't get the feeling that Jax would back down from a situation without a fight. Whatever it was, it had to be tearing him apart inside for him to stay away. To even keep him away from his blood and best friend. "When we were younger, before I became Alpha, Rider had an accident. Something that changed both our lives forever. One day when he was training with Beta Rider, he went Berserker. People got hurt, his father too and he came so close to killing a pup, " His hands go to cover his face as if it was a painful memory to relive. "It was a nightmare. I hadn't seen him for weeks no matter how much I searched. Then one evening, I stumbled on a conversation with his dad and mine. They were

the kid said, pointing at the baldies. "Look who it is, Mr. Johnsrud! Here to play hero?" The bald leader sneered at Yidel's knife. "Think that blade of yours is scary?" "These folks are just trying to scrape by. Why you gotta be so cruel?" Yidel's brow creased as he spoke. "And what's it to you?" The bald man shot back with a stern glare. "Better mind your own business. You're what, three months behind on your stall fee? "Don't pay up today, and by tomorrow, you might not have that hand to hold your knife!"

Mercedes asked, looking at Alexa. “ Does this mean that the legacy of the White Wolves is no more? I was the last of them, and now I am no longer.” Alexa had thought that as well, but that was not the case. “ No. The legacy of the white wolves will live on. Your heroic tale of saving the realms from a demon will forever be told. And you were the last White wolf, but that's not the case anymore.” Mercedes and Felix exchanged confused glances. They didn't understand what Alexa was talking about. Alexa didn't know if it was a good thing or not, but a white wolf still remained.

"Don't move! Drop your pistol, and alight from your bike, or I am going to blow your brains out!" The Rider alighted from the bike, slowly dropped the pistol in his hand. "Now Remove your Helmet!" Jenny commanded. The Rider didn't budge, he just stood still looking up to the roof. Two gun shots rang in the air, the wall behind him was cracked hollow with two bullets stuck in it. "I ain't joking!" Jenny said. "Remove your fu*king helmet" The rider hesitated for a second before slowly removing the helmet from his head. His long black silk hair dropped down. He had a smirk plastered on his face, with his eyes squinted, and his nose pointed. He had a tanned brown skin complexion. He sure is han

In the mist of their discussion three figures, vested in leaf-green salamander wool cloak approaches on horses, one of which reigned a spare horse. “Please tell me those are friendlies and not bandits.” With a chuckle Mira points at the riders, “Those are my team-mates El” “Team-mates? What am I missing here?” “You’ll know soon enough. The black rider is Lukas." Mira began with the rider by the left, he was brute, having black curly hair and an innocent look. "The next is Jake." A slim fair lad, the youngest of the riders, he was the one holding the spare horse. "The fair beauty is Karin." Mira smiled at the dazzling blonde that kept Elroy staring.

He shot left, right into the space Vic's momentum was about to pull him out of, and by the time Vic realized what happened, Tristan was already past. First position. The crowd was losing their minds, people screaming and jumping and waving money around. Someone behind us was yelling "I told you! I told you he'd do it!" over and over. But Tristan wasn't celebrating. His body language was still focused, still locked in, because he knew better than to celebrate before crossing the finish line. The other six riders weren't giving up though. They'd regrouped, working together in one last desperate attempt, and they were closing fast. All six of them in a tight pack, using each other's slipstream

Kade asked suddenly, not looking up from his drawing. "I've been racing since I was sixteen," Ryker said, and his voice came out rougher than he intended. "Do you?" "I love it," Kade said, finally looking up with eyes that were identical to Ryker's wolf. "Mom won't let me ride yet but I know all the riders' names and their times and everything." Something twisted in Ryker's chest because this was his son, talking about motorcycles with the same passion Ryker had at that age. "Your mom's smart to keep you safe," he said. "Bikes are dangerous."

Over the next few days, I quietly packed my bags, wrote a letter to the station chief, visited my family's graves, and stopped by the veterans' home to see my father's old friends. On my last day, Samson happened to be off work. I was nervous, already thinking up excuses in case I needed to leave early. However, he found me first. "Celia can't ride a bike, so I'm taking her out for a picnic today." "Alright." I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. That meant I could leave before he got back. He then added, "Celia's inviting friends over for dinner tonight. Make sure everything's ready ahead of time."

Sierra's POV My eyes rested on Rider K, barely looking at the path I ran through. My heart raced, watching him get closer and closer to the finish line. When I got to the line, my chest rose and fell with exhaustion. A gust of wind pushed past me as Rider K crossed the finish line. “And Rider K is the winner!!!” the commentator screamed, followed by the crowd. Rider K got off his bike in minutes, and the support staff took his bike. I rushed over to him and his hands were spread, ready to take me. He rubbed my back as I inhaled his familiar scent.