The Night Rider Motorcycle Novels & Stories

, Rex said snidely, what was his problem with me now. "Shut it up Rex, you're just jealous that Nox and Vixen did better than you and Yuri.", Mariana replied back at him, crossing her hands on her chest. "At least we're not using some illegal thing unlike these idiots.", Yuri shouted back at us and I told Mariana to just shake it off and tell her and everyone to celebrate all of our test today in Crystal Zilch which is a popular bar in our region. They cheered at me and with that we left our school stationary building, I went into my new Tron Bike XR2 which is the super speed motorcycle. Grabbing the glasses thing and wear it, it detects my iris and automatically extended to be a helmet. I t

Why? My eyes widened in surprise as I followed her. When we reached the bike, I saw it was a sleek, shiny motorcycle. “Gorgeous bike. What’s its name?” I asked, impressed. “Triumph Speed 400,” Ray replied, sitting down and putting on her black sunglasses with a confident smile. “Helmet?” I asked, feeling a little anxious. Ray looked at me for a few moments before replying, “I don’t have a helmet.” Her deadpan expression didn’t reassure me at all.

He tries guessing, making me shrug in response. “I wouldn’t say a vehicle, but a motorcycle would do.” He laughs at my response as we walk into the room, the lights flicking on. I already know what motorcycle I want to take; I had seen it the first time Sky brought me into here. Sky follows behind me, keeping a few steps back until we come to a stop in front of a teal Harley Davidson FLTRXST Road Glide ST made just over two hundred years ago in the year two-thousand and twenty-three. I look to Sky with a grin, wanting so badly to get on the motorcycle and ride away.

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.

He’s just another mark on the asphalt. He smirks, like he’s already won. “Scared?” I stub out my cigarette, the motion sharp. “Meet you outside in five. Don’t keep me waiting.” The night air is cool against my skin as I stride toward my own bike, a modified Triumph Street Triple, her silver frame gleaming under the sickly yellow glow of the streetlamps. The engine purrs to life between my thighs, a vibration that hums straight up my spine. Roman’s already mounted his Ducati, the beast of a bike is growling already. His helmet is off, his dark hair tousled from running his hands through it.

The guard just smiled. I then said goodbye and turned my motorbike back on the road to the housing complex exit. From a distance, I could see the headlights of a two-wheeled vehicle. Due to the glare, I was dazzled. I replied by turning on my remote light many times. As if understanding my code, the two-wheeled vehicle's lights were lowered into a regular night light. Getting closer, we looked at each other. Apparently, the two-wheeled vehicle was in the form of a CBR 500. The motorbike rider was wearing a racing helmet while his body was wrapped in a maroon leather jacket.

Robert explained. "She looks okay, let's make a deal, why don't you race with me, if I win, I'll have her for the night but if you win, you'll take my motorcycle." Robert looked at Roger's racing bike and smirked. "I already have a racing bike, sir, I don't need another one." He politely declines. "I don't mean the racing bike, I mean my 2022 BMW K 1600 GTL Black Storm Metallic, we both know it's good for racing too." Roger smiled.

Anastasia “He got you a bike? Are we talking ‘toto we’re not in Kansas anymore’ or hell rider?” “It’s Ghostrider. Don’t disrespect the Cage like that. It’s a luxury bike, Eva.” I folded my legs under my bottom and took a healthy swig of wine. Evangeline mirrored my movements through the screen of my tablet, raising hers in healthy salute before chugging it down with the grace of a werewolf princess. “Okay, so she’s a Ducati Diavel and she’s red. Like bright, traffic-stopping red. It looks like something a fantasy villain would ride. It’s perfect,” I released a sigh.

Chris pursed his lips as he asked, “How’s the review of surveillance videos coming along?” “Boss, I cannot steal Web Rider’s thunder, or he will skin me alive.” Night Rider scratched the back of his head. “Right you are...” Web rider walked in flamboyantly as if on cue. His appearance was a contradiction to all the other shadow guards. He had a strip of hair through the midline about 5cms wide and 3cms long that was dyed green, like a parrot’s tuft while the rest of his head was shaved clean. His clothing was just as ridiculous. He wore a bright magenta leather jacket and pants.

"So beautiful!" "Ms. Thompson... You couldn't see her face with the helmet on," Tom said, somewhat exasperated. "I was talking about the motorcycle! It's a Yamaha Sr400 classic edition. You should know your bikes!" Diana's eyes gleamed. Tom:... He realized he was not well-informed in this area. In the passenger seat, Mitbahl propped up his chin, gazing at the disappearing figure of the motorcycle. A faint hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.