The Night Rider Motorcycle Novels & Stories

A Ducati Panigale V4 S. It was a high-performance beast that pumped out over 210 horsepower, screaming from 0 to 100 km/h in just over three seconds. It was exactly what she needed—and exactly what she had always wanted, though Ryder had been against it. To him, riding a motorcycle was not “ladylike” or safe. A respectful Luna needed to be in the back seat of a large, blacked-out vehicle with bodyguards, not racing through the streets like a teenager. She knew buying it now was reckless. It would leave her nearly broke, but as she looked at the defiant red finish, she didn’t care. This was her first act of true rebellion. Now, none of Ryder’s rules mattered.

I elbowed him playfully before joining him to laugh at his stupid joke. We arrived at the docks a few minutes after we art out of the house, the other guys were driving behind us in one of my Range Rovers, while Liam and I rode in my Porsche. Liam refused to give me complete details until we arrived at the time scene. He said he would rather show me because it’s better if I see it with my eyes. When I stepped out of my car, I felt a cold wind all over my body, and I had a feeling in my gut, that made the hairs on my body stand. It felt like I was being watched, but when I turned around and viewed my surroundings, I couldn’t find anything unusual.

Ry shrugged, and he wasn't even giving Judah his full attention. "I was hoping to get a sleeve done someday. But it's probably not gonna be for a while. I'm putting all my money on my bike right now," Judah was still enthusiastic in his replies. "You ride?" Ryder's eyes lit up all of a sudden. Oh, right. Ryder was also into bikes. For the first time this entire dinner, Ryder actually looked enthused. "Yeah, a 1993 Ducati Monster. I parked it outside," "Oh, dude, that's a classic," his voice warmed up.

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."

Desperation had its advantages. By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club. Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had. A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.

After days of thinking, Dominic finally found a way to earn money. He bought a secondhand motorcycle and said he would drive passengers between town and the village. “Honey, I can still make money,” he said, forcing a smile. “People always need rides. I’ll drive slowly and carefully.” The motorcycle had been modified before we bought it. The seat was much longer than usual, welded awkwardly to the frame. It looked unstable, especially on the winding mountain road that led back to our village. I frowned when I saw it. “Is this safe?” I asked. “Your leg hasn’t healed properly. What if something happens?”

“Madison would you say you’re in this just to better your lifestyle?” Tom and some other body guards I didn’t notice before were trying to clear a path for us to walk, at this point I was stuck to Ethan’s body like a magnet as I tried to steal a little out of the confidence he propelled off. Ethan stopped shortly to address the multitude “ A press conference will be held and all your questions will be answered guys, have a nice day.” We finally made it to where three SUV’s were packing and I was gently moved towards the one in the middle while the guards got in the other two. “To the airport,” Ethan instructed the driver.

He was finally about to walk through the doors of home. Dad unlocked the door, opened it and stepped aside, for Blaise to enter first. And when he did… His entire body froze. Inside, under the glow of the living room lights, stood a brand-new motorcycle. A Kawasaki Ninja H2R—midnight black, streaked with neon green, with red under-lights glowing like embers beneath it, chrome gleaming so brightly it seemed alive. Sleek lines caught the shadows, making it look morelike a beast than machine.

He swung his leg over and dismounted - is that what it was called getting off a steel horse like this? Misty had never really had an interest in motorcycles, but with this bike, and, more likely, Denver and his leather standing in front of it...that could change. "That doesn't look like any motorcycle I've ever seen. It's way more - " She searched for the right word, and almost said "more" again. " - classy looking." "That's probably because you're used to seeing nothing but Harleys and crotch rockets." Denver ran one big hand lovingly over the dark green tank. "This here is Roxanne. She's a 1981 BMW R100RT, one of the greatest of the airheads."

Their search beams sliced through the trees, mechanical voices echoing: “Target confirmed. Acquire.” Lena stumbled over a root, breath ragged. “They’re faster than before.” “They’ve upgraded,” Adrian muttered, pushing branches aside. “Which means someone’s desperate.” When they reached the ravine, he shoved a tarp off a matte-black motorcycle—compact, silent, built for speed. Lena’s eyes widened. “You still keep these things lying around?” “Old habits,” he said. “Get on.” The engine purred to life, and the night exploded into motion.