Wild Rider Novels & Stories

No one was paying attention, so I shrugged and darted to pick up the pompom. I straightened in time as a shot rang out, and the wolves above us went ballistic. A cry of excitement exploded from my lips as the bikers took off. I shot a final, lustful look at the Ducati beneath the Savage and released a sigh. “It was good knowing you.”

Moon closed his eyes to block the tears in his eyes from falling. "Kurgi and I were hunted for a couple hundred years before meeting up with Anatashi and her pack. She invited us in with arms wide open. We stayed and life settled down for us. Not too long after, at least for us, maybe a couple centuries later, we started hearing rumors of another wolf foolishly challenging Nature. The Dark Alpha of Sakura," he looked Rex dead in the eyes, not allowing him to look away, he continued speaking,

“So what are they? I thought rogues just were pack-less werewolves.” He stamped out his cigarette, looking down at the box and probably debating to have another one. “Some are. Not all rogue wolves are bad. Just…these guys…they are killers. They are the worst of the worst. Their wolves are feral and there are more like monsters than anything.”

She has never felt more claimed, or more free. The dragons follow her over the edge one by one—Draven first, his release scorching inside her as he throws back his head with a primal roar. Kael follows, lightning crackling between his teeth as he empties himself with a growl that makes the windows rattle. Rion is last, his cool seed a blessed relief inside her overheated body as frost patterns spiral across the ceiling above them.

That accident years ago had all been part of a plan I'd orchestrated with the stables. I lifted my child onto Acorn's back, and with the horse's triumphant whinny, we charged into a field of flowers. From that moment on, my life was mine to claim—riding through blooms, chasing freedom, and leaving the past behind.

He grinned again. “Taz also rides bareback,” Ryan inserted. “And he’s being modest. He’s made it to the world finals three times. Twice in bareback and once in bull riding.” “That’s awesome, Taz. Congrats,” Chase said. “Where’s home for you?” “Here and there. I spend most my time on the road. Seen a lot of this great country. Met a lot of fine folks.”

The Killground is the site of the annual Wilder Games, a thirty day event where condemned humans are loosed into the wild to survive, or be hunted. Each of the five chosen Warlords receives a hunting token. If they catch a tribute, they may claim them, body, blood, and soul, or kill them. If a tribute survives all thirty days, they win their freedom and are marked by the Wilds as untouchable. Those who win become legends. Few ever do. MAGIC, BLOODLINES & BREEDING RITES In the Wilds, magic is sacred and bloodlines are power. The beast kings and their Warlords rely on witches and wildborn females to continue their bloodlines. Some females are chosen as sacred mates, bound by blood and spirit.

Alpha Wilder apologized for his behavior the last time they met, alpha Ciandra said it was okay and asked him to explain how the attack happened. Alpha Wilder tried as much as possible not to sob as he went through the event of that fateful day he lost his soulmate. Halfway, Alpha Ciandra stood and went to the window. For a second, she thought of sending a link to one of her warriors inside this pack, but when she thought of getting no reply, she stopped herself. Expecting disappointment was fairer than being disappointed. Inclining slightly against the window, she asked Alpha Wilder if it was okay for her to go and check the borders, for a clear report for the supreme alpha.

Ryder reported gayly as he waltzed into the room. “I need to go to the Freeland, are you able to accompany me?” I asked the hybrid rogue, Ryder was a different kind of character; rogue, witch, wolf, medic, marine… and I am sure there were more things that we could conclude I’m sure didn’t even know. I saw him hesitate, then nod his head.