Tokyo Revengers Motorcycles Novels & Stories

Dahlia shook her head vigorously, "No not him. Can we just leave I promise, you will met him at the club." I drove us to the club which was technically a bar but very decent and charming, it's called 'The Misty' a funny name for a club but it had really good beer and wine. We entered after showing our passes to the bouncers one of whom had a feeling me and Dahlia were underage, we had to show him our ids and when finally he believed us he wanted to take a picture with us. Jenny and Dahlia being wild forced me to pose for the picture and Jenny even winked at the buffed man when he let us in.

And then he veered toward something that made me pause. A motorcycle. Not one of those plastic, soulless speed machines—but a real one. Matte black. Low-slung. Growling with restrained power. It looked like it had eaten roads for breakfast and still hadn’t had enough. I slowed to a stop, lips curving into a smirk as the machine came into full view. Pure muscle and menace. A beast with two wheels and no apologies. Of course Ryden rode a motorcycle. It was too perfect. The tattoos, the rough edges, the way he’d let me break him open with my thighs and a whisper—he was built for this kind of cliché. The good kind. The kind that made you ache.

"You have been cooped up inside this concrete compound for days now. I thought you might really need some fresh air to clear your head." He led me out through the back door and into the bright sunlight of the yard, walking toward the long line of shiny motorcycles parked against the wall. His bike was completely unmistakable—it was a massive, heavy black Harley-Davidson motorcycle with bright chrome details that caught the sunlight and a large Iron Reapers skull painted right onto the fuel tank. He reached over, grabbed a black helmet from the handlebars, and handed it to me. Then, he stepped closer and helped me strap it tightly under my chin, his large, tattooed fingers moving with careful

The fading afternoon sunlight cast a golden glow along the main boulevard of the city's business district that afternoon. The roar of a premium 1000cc sport motorcycle tore through the silence of the streets with its thunderous, ferocious engine. Seated at the front of the luxurious motorcycle, Tristan Vance held the handlebars with his steady hands, while Vivienne sat comfortably behind him that afternoon.

It only bought her ten seconds, but that was enough for Mira to get away. Fury boiled over inside me, and I slapped Cody.

Damien was down there so I hung the torch and crouched. “What is it, Elder Tuhr?” Damien hissed, seemingly annoyed. Huh…was he that pissed he did not get to “pour his seed”in me? I caught sight of the person he was addressing— an older man whose face looked like it was caving in from age. He had an insanely long beard too, so when he spoke, I couldn't see his mouth at all. “I-It's the reckoning, alpha king! I…I have never seen magic like this one. It's dark witchery, my lord!”

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

**After Classes – East Tower Garage** The sun was dipping low when I met Ravenna outside the East Tower garage. She leaned against her Ducati Panigale V4—matte black with crimson accents, exhaust still warm from a quick ride earlier. Leather jacket zipped halfway, ripped black jeans, combat boots, hair wild on one side, shaved clean on the other. She looked dangerous. Beautiful. Like she could burn the world down and laugh while doing it. She held up two helmets—one matte black, one crimson—grinning wide.

“I see them, don’t worry, we have a reception committee waiting for them at the Reiver border, we will out -number them and out-muscle them if we have to.” Brother Andrew just nodded nervously, he would rather it didn’t come to a fight, the Templars had been a peaceful pack for hundreds of years and that was something he didn’t want to change, the Reivers were a different matter however. ”Thank you, I have every faith in you. We owe Alpha Armstrong a great debt for the Reiver’s help in this operation. What’s your name son?” “My name is Camron Kerr, those are my Clansmen driving the other cars and we will do our best to get you on to Reiver territory in one piece I promise.”

It would take Laura several days to get back to him and Tynan used that time to do his stealthy research on her background and past using the information he learned about her. The first thing Tynan learnt about was the type of bike Felix was. A Honda Rally was a dual-sport motorbike that could be used legally on the streets and off-road. It could also be used to enter some motorcycle races. Laura was right about it being on the smaller side but when Tynan took his time to dig into the technical details of this bike, he understood why Laura loved it so much. In fact, the bike resembled the owner. For something so small, it was very powerful and it reminded him about the little spitfire inside