The Last Rider Novels & Stories

"A female rider?!" "That bike over there..." Landon said, pointing a trembling finger toward the razor-sharp silver machine resting under my thighs. "That's Skye's personal custom build. She was the ghost rider who destroyed every mafia pack captain on the Westmere circuit four years ago before vanishing into thin air. Nobody has seen a trace of her since. After four long years, her machine suddenly shows up in the middle of the Blackveil District. It's no wonder Callum is losing his damn mind."

Vanya ordered, motioning for me to take position near the edge of the tailgate. The iron tailgate dropped with a heavy CLANK. The freezing night air hit us like a physical blow, swirling powder into the bay. Alexander and Atlas dropped down onto the snow-dusted asphalt, their combat boots crunching softly against the gravel. Vanya, Kenny, Lena, and I raised our weapons, providing tight cover fire and a protective perimeter as they moved out into the pitch-black mountain pass.

"They rode through the northern pass before the thaw." At the front of the riders was a tall woman with dark hair tied back in a long braid. She dismounted her horse with quick, practiced grace and looked around the clean, busy courtyard with bright, surprised eyes. Korr walked out from the main hall doors, flanked by Rylan and Nikolai. His broad chest was bare under his heavy bear fur cloak, his silver eyes fixed on the northern rider with sharp Alpha authority. "State your name and business in Haven," Korr commanded, his deep voice carrying across the quiet yard.

the rider continued, “that the instability follows you. Remove you, and the rest settles.” Lyra studied him. “And what do they offer in exchange?” “Safety,” he said. “Authority. Distance from the fallout.” “And Tyler,” Lyra asked. The rider swallowed. “He is… negotiable.” The silence that followed was absolute. Tyler didn’t move. Lyra felt something inside her go very still. “You misunderstand,” she said softly. The rider frowned. “How.” Lyra stepped closer, voice calm, lethal. “You think I am the variable,” she said. “You think removing me stabilizes the field.”

"Yes, Alpha?" "Take her to the medical wing. Natalie needs to run the final tests. I want to make sure the merchandise is not damaged," Rider said, turning his back on me to look out the window at the dark forest beyond. Property. Tears pricked my eyes, hot and stinging, but I refused to let them fall. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction. "This way, Miss," Liam said gently, gesturing to the door. I looked at Rider’s broad back one last time. "Do you even know my last name?" I asked. I don't know why I said that. Maybe I wanted to see if he was capable of human conversation.

I would not beg. A motorcycle engine cut through the air, slow and deliberate. The sound pulled everyone's gaze toward the center of the yard. A sleek, black bike rolled forward, and my breath caught in my throat. The rider moved with a calm that spoke of power and control, as if the world bent around him. He dismounted with unhurried control. Kade Cross, they called him Ruin.

Jobs were scarce when your last name was Chen and everyone in Coldwater knew your father died owing money to half the town. The straightaway opened up before me, and I twisted the throttle. The speedometer climbed at eighty, ninety, one hundred. My competitor, a rider on a Yamaha R1 who went by "Razor," was half a bike length behind. I could feel his frustration radiating through the night air. He'd been winning these underground races for six months straight until Ghost Rider appeared three months ago. He had no idea Ghost Rider was a woman. None of them did. That was the point.

Still has something worth fighting for. As the door to his cage clangs shut, I know something has changed. Christian isn’t just another shifter thrown into the arena. He’s a spark, and sparks,.... sparks start fires. And that fire? That’s the one we’re all waiting for. The one we’ve all been waiting for, but didn’t know we needed until now. I don’t know if he’ll succeed. I don’t know if any of us will. But I’ll be damned if I’m not going to follow him into whatever comes next.

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.

“Tonye, please don’t forget what I asked you to do with my body when I’m gone…if you don’t end this now, it will never stop…” “Please we have to allow her rest,” the nurse chipped. My mother ignored the fat nurse and beckoned me one last time. “My soul will rest in peace only when you…when you destroy the Ebie goddess, that bitch…just defeat her…destroy her…not for your father or for yourself, but for me…please.” Her breathing soon became laboured when I stood up and walked to the door. I knew the last time I’d set my eyes on that body, it would be lacking the breath of life. I was very sure of that.