Angel Biker Novels & Stories

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

I don't see anyone, I see a job. I park the bike on the side of the street and take off my helmet. On the other side, there is a small artisan café, run by Maria, mother of two small children. The store was renovated last year after vandals set it on fire. And why do I know all this? Because that's where Angelic buys his favorite coffee; coffee with almond milk, whipped cream and essence of mint. I lower the support foot of the motorcycle and I wait. After a few minutes, Angelic's personal security, Marcos, comes out of the store with a bag. He is a former MMA fighter who retired after breaking his right leg.

"You have not answer my question." "Especially?" "That deer?" "That damn deer ran fast and left you behind," replied Erick, pushing Angel's shoulders so that he lay on the bed, not forgetting to cover her innocent body. "So, he's alive?" Angel's eyes seemed to start sparkling again. "Yeah, and he doesn't care about people who almost died because of it." Angel chuckled softly. "You're angry with a deer?" "I was angry when I saw you helpless." Suddenly Angel's smile turned flat, his gaze flashed with doubt. "So, I can die while bringing another creature to life?"

The guy stood, tattoos coiling up his forearms like ivy. Gabe blinked up. “Oh, shit…” The biker grabbed his collar and lifted him like laundry. “Look, mate,” Gabe said, breathless, “can we talk this over? I don’t dance on first dates.” “No,” the biker said, and threw him. Gabe hit a snooker table, beer geysering into a bystander’s lap. The biker was on him again, a piston of a fist sending him careening into Andrew. Andrew laughed, holding his ribs. “Now this is entertainment.”

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

“It’s a pity that Angie didn’t come back.” He went to Mediania with sincerity in cooperating with Eric, thinking that Angie and Eric could further open up the market in Mediania. It just did not occur to him that this was Eric’s trap, and that silly girl Angie was so clueless even when she was taken advantage of. The driver sighed. “It’ll be fine. As long as you’re still around, Ms. Angie will come back.” Nicole felt that something was wrong the more she heard. As far as she knew, Angie was the daughter of the arms dealer, Caleb.

"All right, I'm ready." Romero did his famous violent pelvic thrust a couple of times. "Let's do this." Angel and Eric laughed. Angel grabbed what was left of the twelve pack of beer in the backseat. "You're a moron," he chuckled. They went down the long driveway and turned the corner. There were a lot more people than they'd expected. They started making their way through the crowd. Angel was just beginning to scope the place when he saw her. He had to do a double take, because he almost didn't recognize her. The second he turned away though, it hit him. His body was suddenly overheating.

Embry agrees while putting his hand on the small of my back as he walks past me towards the kitchen that is separated by a large wood bar with stools. I nodded my head and start towards the living room where my father, Nikki, and Ryder are talking to Angel, Karen, and Thane. “Perfect timing, Alpha Raven this is Angel Haner, his mate Karen, and their son Thane,” my father introduces while stepping aside so I am now facing Angel who watches me with a neutral expression. Angel is a fairly tall man around six feet with broad shoulders with a lot of lean muscle, a slight tan with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes.

“Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.” I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear. Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?” I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."