The Last Rider Novels & Stories

the frail rider called out. The arena seized for a millisecond, the crowd was unsure of what they heard. “Are you sure,” the Track master said, the frail lad just nodded in acknowledgement and hopped on his bike. The crowd was thrown into an uproar The only person who had completed the Devil's Tongue in one piece was Venom. The rest were either dead or bedridden. The last rider had ended with a brain aneurysm from crashing down the cliff. “I must say that young lad is brave”

Even though Arnold can't beat me. 'Arnold? So, you—' The woman laughed. The woman's eyes bulged, looking pleased with the change in Raymond's expression. 'Precisely. I killed him. Do you know what his last wish was?' 'I don't want to hear,' Raymond approached the woman, preparing to fire the bullet back at the woman. 'Don't touch Raymond Cooper,' the woman laughed again. 'But you innocently took your own death! I feel sorry for Arnold. His struggle was in vain—'

I chuckled and looked at him, “I am guilty.” “I can understand but your wolf is powerful among any of them. You need special training to control him.” the Alpha stated. “What do you mean?” “Onyx! In clear words, I saw your wolf. A black wolf!” “What is so clear about it, I mean I know I am a black werewolf. What is so special about it?” I asked him. Alraic looked at me with a stern gaze and replied in a serious tone, “you are the last of your kind, Onyx! The black werewolves were extinct twenty years ago but now you showed up.”

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! He had lost consciousness before he even registered what was happening! Philip was beyond furious right now. He glanced at the black car that was quickly getting away, and then turned to stare at the last rider, who was drawing his gun! Bang! The last rider pulled the trigger, a golden bullet flying from the nozzle amidst a sea of sparks. It was aimed right at Philip’s chest! For once, Philip was grateful for the torturous training that old geezer Reed Williams had subjected him to back then!

The rideshare I was in broke down on a mountain road. None of our phones had a signal, so we couldn't even make a call. We waited from midnight until 3 a.m., but not a single car passed by. After it started raining, we had no choice but to get back into the car. That's when we noticed the female passenger in the front seat was still asleep. "Do you want something to eat?" the driver asked as he pulled out a few sandwiches and gently tapped her shoulder. Her body suddenly tilted to one side. Then she collapsed. The driver jumped in fright and tried to help her up. But the moment he leaned closer, his face turned pale. "She's dead!" he screamed. His frantic movements twisted the woman's head a

Elara was Cassian's only Luna, and they had loved each other for ten years. But at this year's remembrance ceremony, Elara's name on the stone tablet suddenly split open. The Moon Goddess no longer blessed her, no longer claimed her. Another woman, Seraphina, was about to become the next Luna. And Elara had only five days left to live. What made it worse was that Cassian had known all along. Three years ago, he had led Elara up to the crown himself, and he had signed that contract himself. He knew perfectly well that being Luna had never been an honor, but an offering to the Moon Goddess. Yet Cassian kept it from her for three years. All he said was, "I want to save you." Only later did she

"Is it not? I have been hunting the Wolfe heir for eight years. I have nothing. No body. No proof. No closure. And he reminds me every day." "The Wolfe heir?" "A ghost. The last survivor of a family my father destroyed. He wants her dead. He wants me to be the one to kill her." Raven's heart stopped. Her blood ran cold. She kept her face still. "Why?" "Because she is the only loose end. The only witness who could tie him to the fire." "The fire?" "It does not matter." He looked at her. His gray eyes were dark. "You do not need to know about that."

Nolan’s POV It’s been four months since we arrived at the last pack, deep in the northern forests, far from other settlements. The world outside changed, but here we’re rebuilding. The last pack—once the last surviving group after the attacks and poisoned water—now rests under a council’s rule. Around the old wooden table, Emily squeezed my hand under it. I smiled. She clings to me lately, and I don’t mind. I don’t get her insecurity. The last pack is now led by a council: me, Emily, Hunter, Salem, Domus, Kaden, and Liam.

And my heart was calm, too calm that some might say it was not natural but to me this was a ritual, hunting wasn't about excitement, It was about discipline and It was about devotion. Through the channel in my camouflage, I watched him leave the bar from my hiding spot. He looked so ordinary, and that was the lie he wore like a coat, but small signs always gave them away. He moved quietly as the crowd moved away from him without realizing why, the reflection he was avoiding in the glass wasn't an accident, it was impossible, and there, under his casual walk was the stillness of something not entirely human.

Jethro wanted the thing he'd said he never wanted, because now the child was a prize and Lydia wanted a sole claim while my parents had sold me to save themselves. Tristan looked up, eyes raw. "We should run to the west old ford, there's a boat there and...." A horn split the night from the road, a single rider broke through the trees, cloak streaming but face hidden. He reined in, threw back his hood, and the firelight hit a sigil on his breastplate. That's Duskbane and my breath left me. The rider dismounted and walked straight toward us, hand raised in a peculiar salute, his voice was calm as a judge.