The Last Rider Novels & Stories

The rider continued, "You're on the right path, but the final adversary you seek is more formidable than you can imagine. Time is of the essence. Follow me, and I'll guide you to the heart of the challenge." With that, the rider revved the dirt bike, signaling a departure. Lin and Hunter, now faced with an unexpected ally, shared a glance filled with questions. The desert sands seemed to whisper secrets as the mysterious rider sped away, leaving the duo with a choice—to follow and confront the unforeseen adversary or remain in the unknown. As the distant sound of the dirt bike faded into the vastness of the desert, Lin and Hunter made a silent decision, ready to face whatever awaited them on

I tell them as bring Ash onto my lap. "Myself, Chris and also Nate here are known as Lycans, Ash here is a werewolf shifter, and is pretty much the last of her kind." I say as Kim and Toni both look at me with wide eyes. "So, it's true then." We hear Paul say as he walks over to me and Ash and puts the back of his hand to her fourhead. A low growl slips mast my lips as another male is touching my mate. "What the hell are you talking about?" Kim shouts with tears in her eyes.

As if in response to his question, in the distance, he heard a loud howl and recognized it immediately. It was Blade. "Son of a b*tch!" River swore. "Allen, double the number of warriors, and make it as quick as possible." "We're headed that way, Alpha. But what are we looking for?" River didn't even want to formulate the response, but he knew he had to. "Ellie's car is wrecked. I can't find her. I hear Blade and his a*sholes howling in the distance. You're looking for the Last Luna. "

“You’re a fool, Rider. You never should’ve thought she was strong enough to take me. No one is!” “But… your father said….” He didn’t get to finish his sentence. It was obvious Leeta was about to collapse from sheer exhaustion. Seeing that his plan was failing, Rider did what all cowards do when they’re about to die. He turned around and ran.

Not when he emerged to greet me. Clouds billowed around him, a giant black horse beneath him, its glowing red eyes full of fire. The mist thinned, showing the ranks of his riders, transparent yet as they waited to emerge into the world to wreak their destruction on it. Their destiny, the last ride, to destroy all that had been created, to lay waste so new life could begin.

"We are now moving out of the forest!" Conrad turned to me and shouted as his grip on the rein tightens. "Alright," I acknowledged at his warning while steadying on the saddle. From what I have been told, we will travel a wide desert where possible attacks from the unidentified tribe may begin. I still can hear the roaring sound of the galloping horses with which we suspect as Terra Hella knights. Conrad who was in front of us pulled the reins of his horse and cued to slow down. Connor and I did the same.

I explained. We drank the next shot in silence as we tried to process what had just gone down. “Have you heard from Rider?” I asked. Unfortunately, I hadn’t spent much time with Rider since I arrived, he was busy a lot of the time and when he wasn’t busy, he was with his girl. “Not yet, but I don’t expect to, not for another few hours at least. Him and Creek have gone to Georgia on business. They should be back tomorrow.” He explained.

The rider nearly fell from the saddle. Several soldiers rushed forward to catch him. The man looked exhausted. Half frozen. His cloak was torn in multiple places. One sleeve had been ripped completely away. I recognized the insignia on his chest. Eastern Border Patrol. The rider struggled to breathe. "Commander..." Vane stepped forward. "Report." The man swallowed hard. "We lost contact." "With who?" "Everyone." The courtyard became deathly quiet. The rider's voice shook. "Three forts." My heart dropped. "Which ones?"

Mordeu read the card, and a smile appeared on his face. It was an invitation for two brothers—no names mentioned—to join a training held by the top three clans. It was for the Luna Calvary: a group of fighters who protected the kingdom from political, social, or outside threats. Mordeu had grown up hearing stories about them. Some people said they were wolves who could turn invisible at night. Others said they were dead soldiers brought back to life by the Goddess. There were lots of wild stories. But the truth, sitting in his hands now, seemed to be that they were just normal wolves who got picked to train.

It was unbearably shameful for him so he couldn't take it. Blinded by rage and shame, he took out the silver dragger, a special weapon he had made to kill Deus with, and raised it high in the air, ready to plug it in his heart. Luna saw it coming before Deus did. Wanting to protect her love, she came in between the dragger and Deus. That's when she felt it. The silver dagger piercing her heart and splitting it into two. She turned around and fell right in Deus's arm. She wanted to talk to him and tell him how much she loved him one last time. However, no words came out. And just like that, she stopped breathing. The last face she saw before closing her eyes was the terrified face of Deus.