The Last Rider Novels & Stories

Rider muttered. “He is right; we have been going on free trips, and we will be going on one soon.” Trye supported. “Where?” Yulia sounded bored. “Where are you guys headed?” “Hawaii.” Another man answered before the rest could. Yulia raised her brow. “Who are you?” “He is the number one racer of all time.” Rider inquired. “He is also the brother of our club founder.” The man got off his seat and placed his hand on the table next to Yulia. He peered down at her.

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

I need to watch him, I need to warn him that the individuals who see the riders are the people who are at serious risk, I need to let him know that they will eradicate me and Melido and that he should get through the Wild Hunt without the two of us, I need to ask him not to stop reminding me similar to how two of my closest companions have done so far, however on my way I am forced to stop as one of the riders impedes my direction. Out of nowhere the breeze blows more diligently, the otherworldly pony neighs, the jingle of the rider's boot spikes reverberating in my ears. I try to run away from him, only to run into another rider, then, in that moment, one more and another. They have me surr

The rider makes a pecuAmyr commotion a second time around the night, and like every time it looks like a hisseo-wail combination. "What was that?" Roman asks, curious. "Did he say something?" I request to know, in the future. He said, heavenly for damnation, Jose reacts to us after a couple more seconds. I can see his shoulders set under the texture of his dark shirt. "Is that something to be thankful for?" I shrug at the product question. "Ask him one more time," I silently request the official. "What do you expect of us?" The rider gives another murmur, lower than the last two and significantly longer, too. He said: we are the Wild Hunt. We chase until the end of time. People who chase wit

She snuck out and drank a beer before the last event began, convincing herself it was not liquid courage. The family section wasn’t covered with a canopy. The sun beat down on the metal and concrete making it as constricting as a sardine can. Not a breath of wind stirred. Sweat coated her skin and plastered her hair to her head beneath her hat. Most other supporters of the contestants had already left for cooler pastures. Through a quirk of fate, Colby was the last bull rider. He’d drawn One-eyed Jack, another rank bull that’d been unridden in two dozen outs, according to Cash. But the last time he had been ridden, the rider had scored a record ninety-two.

"It was someone who loved you, Elara. Someone the world forgot so we could live." The Last-Stand Valor had won the day, but at the cost of the family’s foundation. The sky was still cracked, and the Exterminator Fleet was still out there, but the Internal-Invasion had failed. The Haven was quiet, save for the sound of the waterfall and the soft, grieving hum of an Anchor who had lost a part of her soul she couldn't even name.

Strong and fast and completely uninjured. Cheers erupted across the field. The winner was lifted from his bike, celebrated, claimed as strong and worthy. But my attention had already moved to the riders still struggling to finish. One in particular caught my eye, a man whose bike had taken too much damage, who was limping across the finish line long after everyone else. He was bleeding, shaking, clearly human. Two pack members grabbed him roughly, dragging him from his bike. His protests turned to screams as they hauled him toward Zeus’s platform.

It’s something that’s been discussed at great length. Rider is 6”1 and the son of a Beta, muscular and his midnight black hair makes his features pop. He’s stunning. Although we have fooled around, I am saving my virginity for marriage and he has always been so supportive of that. My family was killed last year when rogues attacked our eastern border. It’s been a hard time and Rider has stood by me. When I lost my sister who was also my best friend along with my biggest supporters my mum and dad, I was lost. In complete chaos I have had to fight to keep my college placement, fight for the life insurance payout and fight to keep my home, all while trying to keep on top of my studies and gain

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

And then Grace had told me about the state of the house, when she and Prez had gone back to secure the evidence I’d gathered… So to see the house in practically perfect condition was a surprise that almost brought tears to my eyes. And I say almost, because--- I knew it was the Riders who did this – their way of apologizing – but I couldn’t help but to see it as a bribe. As a way to ‘forgive and forget’ so that no one needed to feel guilty anymore. In a way, I think they did this for themselves – not for me…