Wild Rider Novels & Stories

The truck smelled like wet dog and gun oil. Kade drove. Wilder rode up front with his jaw set and his hands flat on his knees, and Maya sat in the back between two wolves she'd never been introduced to, both of them big enough to block a doorway, neither of them looking at her.

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.”

A lot of rejected partners lose their wolves entirely, mine seemed to get stronger but increasingly bitter. As I splashed my face with the cool water from the river, I heard the deep rumbling sound of an engine at speed. A motorbike, perfect. I could do with a ride instead of walking my tired ass all the way up to Silver City. I quickly crouched in the undergrowth, rubbing my rough hands together impatiently. I waited for the noise to veer around towards me, instead, a sickening crunch and a splash echoed around the woods.

Her eyelashes glistened with tears, having looked even more enticing. “Look out!” Monique yelled with widened eyes. When she looked up, she saw that Randal had been charging towards them rampantly with a blade in his hand. She did not have the time to think things through. She immediately jumped out of Henry’s embrace and stood behind his back while she extended both her hands to have blocked him from the attacker. Xavier finally came to his senses when he saw Randal charged at them with a knife. They had been outlaws now, if they had not given it all to have fought a way out, they would have definitely been sent to prison.

Instinctively, I tightened my grip on his fur, the texture providing a reassuring anchor. The world blurred around us as he raced through the terrain, each powerful stride of his wolf form carrying us further away. The wind whipped past, and I could feel the raw energy coursing through his powerful body. The rhythmic pounding of his paws resonated beneath me. Adrenaline surged as I held on, the exhilaration of the ride mingling with the trust I placed in Christian's wild form. The landscape flashed by, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. There was a freedom in this unexpected journey.

I say, and he smirks. "You sought me out, Adahleene." He tsks, and I freeze. "I didn't. Leave." I say, mind reeling. "Easy," He says, hands crossed, with a persistent smile. "Before you call your sugar daddy, listen to me. I am Wilder, and you did seek me out, Flower. A part of you, your mind recognized it, and falted, seeking me out, hence, here I am." I stare at him, saying nothing, hoping he explains what this is, or I'll scream bloody murder, faster than he can say Flower.

"I'll be looking out for a new job soon tho" "Wow, that's crazy", Rita sighed. "Tell me more about this new boss though" "I don't know a lot but from what I've heard, he's pretty strict and business oriented, no time for shit, mature too, and most important, he's smart" "I like the fact that he's business oriented and mature and he fired Janet, what more could you want in a boss?", she smiled, switching the television to the next channel. "This is Ryan Chester and you're watching United Television live from The Bay Area", their attentions were turned to the television as it showed a terrified looking man. "And I'm here with ...what's your name, sir?"

But he wasn't giving- up on her. Thunder rolled, and rain started pouring as the waitress set his steaks before him. He scowled out the window. Hating the thought of his mate out there in the rattletrap piece of junk. He'd checked out out her vehicle at the camp- ground last night while she was taking her shower, all of her tires were bad, worry robbed him of his appetite. He got up and paid for the uneaten food, and stared out at the slashing rain , cursing under his breath. It was insanely stupid to go out into that weather in any vehicle, let alone a motorcycle. But he wouldn't let his mate out there all by herself,he pulled on his helmet and heeded out the door.

I felt the broken glass pepper my body as my ribs protested. Something warm trickled down my face but my adrenaline started pumping. A rogue was trying to rip the windshield out. Thankfully, I managed to get my feet up and land a kick right to its nose, forcing it back. As quickly as possible, my wolf came forward. Shifting into a beautiful silver beast. Her name was Sierra and she was fierce. From what I could see, all the rogues were not as rabid as I would expect. They weren’t foaming at the mouth but their actions were wild.

“Wei spotted. He has four men with him. One car only. Two minutes.” Saint clenched his jaw and glanced at Hudson. “Don’t go off the rails too soon.” “Worry about getting the right information from him and I’ll keep myself in check,” he said. “I make no such fucking promises,” Wilder said, his eyes looking feral. “But while we wait for him, why doesn’t Pinocchio masturbate?” I grinned and glanced at him. “Why not, Wilder?” “Forest fires,” he said, threw his head back and laughed loudly. “You know, wood on wood.”