Yugioh Bike Novels & Stories

“So, what do you wanna do? Walk?” “I was thinking…. We could take my bike.” Chance suggested. Dr Tyson froze and his eyes widened. “You have a bike.”? “Yeah,” Chance was a little taken aback by Dr Tyson’s surprise. “What’s wrong?” “If you know how to ride a bike, why don’t you have it in the city”? Dr Tyson asked. “Wait, you mean a motorbike ride, not the one with pedals.” “Of course I am talking about a motorbike. I am not breaking my sweat whilst pedaling.” Chance shook his head. “You in or not”?

"We'll see about that." Kiara appeared next to him with Sofia at her side. She smiled at Adriana and pulled her into a hug. "He'll be fine," she said quietly, but I heard it anyway. Adriana smiled but didn't respond. Sofia looked up at me with those serious eyes of hers. "You'd better win, Mr." "I plan to," I told her. Gabriel led me over to the bikes, and I ran my hand over the seat of the one he'd brought for me. It was a Ducati Panigale V4, top of the line and built for speed. The engine would purr like a beast once it was running.

*********** *********** Kane’s POV The morning air was already turning thick with dust and heat, but I didn't care. I leaned back against the rusted iron frame of my bike, parked dead in the shadows across the main road from her compound. The metal grew hot under my palms as the engine idled in a low, deep rumble, vibrating straight through my chest.

His jaw tightened, but his eyes softened just a fraction. He didn't make empty promises. He didn't tell me everything was going to be fine. Instead, he turned and dragged me by the hand toward the mouth of the alley. Parked under the dim streetlamp sat a massive, matte-black motorcycle. It looked like a beast resting in the dark, heavy and custom-built, the Iron Fang symbol painted subtly across the gas tank. The night air bit at my cheeks, but my blood was burning with pure terror. Zane stepped up to the machine, swung his long leg over the seat, and brought the engine to life.

I say coming out. "Finally!" He exclaims before going out with following his suit after locking my house. He settles on his beautiful blue and black sports bike which he is going to use for the match. However, it does not fail to remind of the most beautiful all midnight black street bike that belongs to her. Shaking my head slightly, I sit on the rear of his bike and he takes off to the destination. ..... "DRACO, DRACO, DRACO..." The audience is screaming when the announcer introduces another participant who enters into the track with his black and green sports bike.

"Young man, you've got eyes on my Karmic Bloomfire… Hmm, well, that makes sense. You've cultivated the Solar Titan Physique, so you need a heavenly flame to evolve further," Yohan pondered. "Just say yes or no." Gideon spread his hands and snorted. "You want me to be your pawn, but you're not offering anything in return? The stronger I get, the more useful I am to you. Isn't that right?" Yohan sneered. "You sure know how to push your luck. But the Karmic Bloomfire is extremely rare. It's valuable to me as well. I can't give it to you. However, I can teach you a secret technique."

“We will do this.” I exhaled slowly. “Theo has no idea what’s coming.” At that, both of them looked at me. Lilith spoke first. “Speaking of Theo… who is he even going to partner with? Viper was the only bike expert he had.” Cassian scratched his chin. “Yeah. With Viper dead, Theo's company doesn’t have anyone left who can build a bike from scratch. All their previous prototypes were Viper’s.” I frowned. “Then who the hell is he going to use?”

“We had a little accident.” I listen while he explains the message — the panic, the cryptic crap from D — while my eyes stay glued to the bike. A few guys are wrestling it out of the surf, water pouring off it like blood from a crime scene. Something cold slides down my spine. The fucker tampered with my bike. My jaw tightens so hard it hurts. Fucking asshole. This wasn’t some prank. This was clear intention. He wanted us hurt … or dead. My stomach knots.

"Baby, you're assuming we'll let you get ahead." "Let me?" I turn the key. The engine roars to life—thunder trapped in chrome and muscle. The bike vibrates beneath me, eager and alive, and I feel it everywhere. "You don't let me do anything, River. You follow. Or you get left behind." Cade laughs, the sound rich with challenge. "Big talk for someone who hasn't seen what we're riding." That's when I notice them—two more bikes in the shadows of the garage. A matte black Dyna Wide Glide with aggressive forward controls that screams dominance. And a sleek Street Glide with custom paint that matches River's wolf in shifted form, all silver and smoke.