Novel & Cerita Werewolf On A Motorcycle

A low growl rumbled in his chest, making the ground vibrate subtly beneath my feet. Suddenly, the compound was alive with movement. The rumble of engines, the glint of chrome. The motorcycle club. They appeared out of the shadows, a tide of leather and steel, encircling Damon and his small envoy. Each biker pulled up, engines idling, forming a tight, menacing ring. And then, the wolves. More of them than I’d ever seen, their eyes glowing in the darkness, their huge forms flanking the bikers, mirroring their aggressive stance. The air crackled with a dangerous energy.

It felt like forever since I have been able to ride my motorcycle. Although it didn’t stand out, it was extremely fast, with every inch of the bike covered in black. A lot of bikes were all black, so it allowed me to blend in. The difference between my bike and others was that it was modified. Not only was the bike itself modified to be faster, but it was also resistant to electricity. Although everyone in the Renegades were pure-blood werewolves, we didn’t use our wolf form very often. I never used mine since I had my unique ability, and if I shifted into my wolf, it would lose my hidden vest of being the leader of the Renegades.

Bazaar and more of his guards aimed their weapons shooting wolfbanes arrows at us. The blood-eyed werewolf again howled, even louder. This time the sound from his mouth was so strong. I felt myself moved, along with Bazaar and his men flying into the air. They growled in pain as they crashed hard into objects. "Climb onto my back, now!" the blood-eyed werewolf's powerful voice said to me. I hurriedly did. My body lay against his furry back. "Hold on tight!" he instructed me. I did.

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.

Leave no one alive! Pouncing I get on the human running towards me. Chomping his flesh I hear many wolves attacking, some are asleep from the darts on the ground. Winning I hear a motor. On top of a dead human, I look around to know where it is coming from. Not knowing but sound closer I link. ‘Mark, motor sounds, they are close to me, can you see them?’ The sounds started to move passing me and my wolves. ‘We haven’t had those, Wanda warn Cosmo we heard a radio say they are sending back up in motorcycles, is that what you are hearing?’

he voiced out this time. How are they going to fight four huge werewolves in their tiny builds compared to those creatures? Zane’s heart hammered in his chest. But he didn’t show his tension. “Shit!” Zeev cursed and looked at the opposite side to be ready for any sudden attack. A huge ebony-coated wolf with bloody red eyes graced under the moonlight. Zane almost gasped seeing the rogue. But more than its appearance, the almost glowing dark mark on its leg caught Zane’s eyes.

I had no idea what this werewolf had planned, but my sixth sense whispered that I was about to be deeply disappointed. We walked inside a stunning racing complex, and my eyes instantly filled with tears of happiness. It was breathtaking. Twisting tracks with obstacles that made my pulse quicken. Arthur stepped aside to speak with the man who had greeted us at the entrance, and when I turned around, I froze. Motorcycles. So many that I could barely count them. I was about to burst with excitement. I hurried closer and began examining each one carefully. “Like them?” the werewolf asked, appearing beside me.

“Just hop on it and hold my waist very tight. There is no helmets here so whatever you do, do not slip out. Is he fucking serious? My wolf was about to charge and him but i calmed her down, setting my legs onto the motorcycle. He started it, putting on the gear speed and taking me on a wild and fast ride. My fur was springing out, like it wanted to come off my skin and my jaw was spread out from the force that he was using to dash through. “Can you help him?” I looked over at the talk wolf with very dark fur that was stained with his own blood.

Issa mocked Jamal. Jamal scoffed and deftly caught a key Issa threw at him. Issa reached into his jacket and handed me a pair of dark shades. “For the wind,” he said. I put them on and climbed a motorcycle of his choosing and he slid in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his chiselled torso and rested my head on his shoulder. The three werewolves ignited their bikes and the engine roared loudly to life. I felt like the whole house was vibrating with the raw powers from the bikes.

This is what they wanted, and now I gave it them. Waiting for then to plunge their canines into my neck any second, I waited. But it didn't came. . . . . Instead I heard a loud painful cry and the rogue on top of me is thrown off me with a force that made him fly a few feet in the air to go crash with another rock behind. I look up to see a big jet black wolf standing on top of me, growling at the rogues. His growl loud enough to shake the very base of the rock on which we stood. His aura emitting power like I have never felt before.