Wild Rider Novels & Stories

“There’s a cop been sitting out there lately, handing out tickets like he’s getting paid per fine.” “Guess he’ll have to catch me first,” she said lightly. The low rumble of engines cut through the air before she could say anything else. It wasn’t one bike. It was many. The sound rolled in like distant thunder, growing louder as it approached, until it filled the space outside. Vivian grimaced. “Well,” she said, reaching for a glass. “Looks like we’re about to get busy. Road Wolves are back.” “How many?” Rose asked. Vivian leaned to peek out the window.

“What did you do before driving? You have that look like you have been through some real stuff.” Wilder turned onto the main road, one hand loose on the wheel. “Military for twelve years. Got out and tried normal jobs but they bored me. Now I drive. Meet interesting people like you. Tell me, Juniper, what does a smart college girl study?” “Literature and creative writing,” I replied, feeling bolder from the drink and his attention. “I love stories about passion and risk. The kind where people do things they probably should not. What about you? Any favorite books or you more of a podcast guy during long drives?”

Amid the crisp sound of glasses colliding, I took a sip of the cold beer. The chill slid down my throat, but somehow, it warmed my heart. The road ahead was long, yet there was no reason to look back. Somewhere out there, beyond the horizon, an open wilderness was still waiting for me.

I whispered, my throat raw from screaming. ​Marcus laughed, a harsh, barking sound. "Not our problem. North is the only way that doesn't lead into Ally territory. You go North, you hit the Wildlands." ​The Wildlands. ​The unclaimed territory. A vast expanse of dense, frozen forests and jagged mountains inhabited only by rogues—wolves gone mad with bloodlust—and things even worse than rogues. It was a death sentence. Kaelen hadn't just exiled me; he had politely told me to go die somewhere he wouldn't have to smell the corpse.

Lightning stepped forward, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Good job," he said, his voice low and firm. "The Wild Ridge doesn't tolerate betrayal." As the group started to disperse, I felt a hand on my arm. I turned to see Jax. "You good?" he asked quietly. I nodded again, though the weight of the day was starting to settle in. "Yeah. I'm good." Jax smiled as he said, "Well, go get cleaned up then. You actually look like death!" He eyed me up and down, amusement flickering in his eyes.

she ordered again. I walked us slow but when we reached our destination, she wildly rode me like a wild horse. She rocked and grind on me. She was like dancing to wild and sweet music I have never heard in all my life. I was helpless, I wanted to hold on and turn the tables around but I was mercilessly defeated. "Tori... holy.... fuckkk!" I was about to tell her I am going to come but she shook and writhe, she spasmed above me, clenching her pussy around my soon to burst orgasm but I made sure to hold on.

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want.

The moment he confirmed that I put on the seatbelt, he hit the gas and we revved away from the hospital. “Care to explain? This is not some kidnapping attempt, right?” I asked. “Oh, yeah. Right.” He reached out for something in the compartment of his car and handed a picture to me. “That’s Xavier Hawthorn. He is that guy I told you about. He is a mercenary with no master. Just pay him and he will be your loyal dog for as long as you can.” “A mercenary, huh. That means that his master is money itself. If someone else pays him more than I could, then he would surely turn against me. What a great suggestion you have here, Kyle.”

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.”

Smiling softly at the strength that the woman was trying to lend her. It made her heart beat faster; she was beginning to have feelings for the wolf. Candy didn’t look like she would be the affectionate type to Annie, with her wild pink streaked blue hair. Her arms were bare in the tank top she had on, showing arms that were muscular from beating away at her drums. Her shorts didn’t do much to cover up legs that were toned and strong from hours spent running.