Wild Rider Novels & Stories

But I promised that I would take her to see her family. Javier drops his defensive stance, responding, “I’m sorry man, it’s just bizarre that you didn’t know..” He looks apologetic. Then explains. “And a Rogue is a wild stray wolf, basically. They don’t have any leader or pack, and most don’t want one. They cause chaos wherever they go and are vicious killers. Ripping people who get in their way to shreds literally! They stank too.” And lil Shawn exclaims, “Yeah, they smell like garbage truck juice!”

As if the announcer had heard, his name was mentioned next. “Next is Wilson Wilder……” Wilson looked around before his eyes settled on a large transparent screen that displayed his face up close for everyone to see. His face was muddied and scratched which only made him look sexier and did not hide the gentle, innocent look his eyes clearly portrayed. “……..He might look young and innocent but he is as bad as bad can get. From cases of small theft to large scale robbery to torture and a few cases of murder. There are also almost twenty cases of rape recently added to his record after his most recent confession.”

Wilder was in his apartment, feeling bored and restless. It was the weekend and he badly wished there was either work or school. He wanted to see those triplets or Olivia. He was checking out channels on the television when his phone beeped and he grabbed it. “Rogues are attacking us” It was a brief message and his eyes blazed with fury as he rushed out, he went to grab his keeps and raced out of the house to the woods. He reached and dashed out, forgetting about the car as he shifted when no one was in sight and raced in. He reached the back house to see everywhere disorganized and his people running around.

Liam Wilder isn’t just someone two or more could catch; he has no wife, no history of children, but his mistresses are thousands. "Why should he be captured?" one of the females asked. This was Pari, the sixth agent department, a hacker and well-framed ally, a member of Alex Douglass’s group. "The reason wasn’t mentioned, but he is dangerous and needs to be in captivity," Mia replied. A dark-skinned male approached them, requesting a dance with the girl in black. "Someone ask for a dance, beauty?" Mia added, sipping her swinging wine. The male chuckled. "Mind dancing with me?" he asked.

Sam thought about her adventures on the walk to Saddle Creek. "Do you know how to ride a horse?" Elliott asked as he shifted toward her in his seat. "I grew up with horses as a child. It was one of the first things Daddy taught us but I haven't ridden in years. Why?" She picked up her fork and began messing with her food as she looked at him. "One of the best ways to see this area, the real wildlife and wilderness anyway, is on horseback. I need to check the trails for winter snow damage and a ride would be a great way to introduce you to your new surroundings." He turned his attention back to his plate.

Present day. __________ Ryker's PoV _____ Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who's the wildest of them all. It is I, Ryker Wolfcup, the evil secret lurking around. Not really around, though. I am the wild one, the ruthless predator trapped within this confining cage. I have been brutally treated and fed with horrible vegetables when all I needed is meat and blood.

His khaki pants had dark smudges on them as though he had wiped oil on them. "What about him, in the backward baseball cap?" Caleb scanned him over with an amused look on his face. "He has potential as a friend, but I think he might be a bit too extreme. He just spent all day working on his motorcycle. He's an adrenaline junky getting ready to jump the Grand Canyon. He has little care for anything that doesn't give him an adrenaline rush. His last adventure was skydiving without a parachute, and he almost missed the net during his landing. He is too much of a wildcard. What about the redhead reading over there?"

The accompanying thunder crashes and booms, the cathartic percussion racing in every direction for miles. Spirit Wolf, hear me and look upon the life of Ian Gallagher, Alpha of Candlewood pack. See how he has honored the wolf spirit you put in the world. See his love and protection of his mate, like you with the Evening Star. See his devotion to pack. If Ian is lost, set his eyes to the Wolf Road between heaven and earth. Set his heart and paw on the path home. If he is gone, welcome him to the spirit fires, for he is a wise and wily wolf, a good spirit consul. Bid him be patient for his mate will not be long.

The rider makes a pecuAmyr commotion a second time around the night, and like every time it looks like a hisseo-wail combination. "What was that?" Roman asks, curious. "Did he say something?" I request to know, in the future. He said, heavenly for damnation, Jose reacts to us after a couple more seconds. I can see his shoulders set under the texture of his dark shirt. "Is that something to be thankful for?" I shrug at the product question. "Ask him one more time," I silently request the official. "What do you expect of us?" The rider gives another murmur, lower than the last two and significantly longer, too. He said: we are the Wild Hunt. We chase until the end of time. People who chase wit

All I remember is I want him… I want him so badly at this moment that we both turned naked the next moment at light speed and get fucked like there is no tomorrow. However, when it does not feel enough to us, we both come out naked to the tent and fucked each other under the vast sky in many hard positions. I also got a chance to ride his huge dick while my eyes were busy looking at the sky. Let the sky witness our intimacy. And his eyes were all over me and my body. We both were sweating but no one felt tired to stop any second. He fucked me tenderly, wildly, and monstrously. And all this not get end before we both finally go to sleep almost at sunrise.