Badass Biker Novels & Stories

"Sedatives for both of you if needed. The empathy connection goes both ways—if you flood her, you'll feel it too." "Good point." I hadn't considered that. "Okay, medical support standing by. What else?" "Transportation." Cass taps the table. "We're not showing up in regular cars. We arrive on bikes, full pack colors, making a statement." "I like it." Ryder grins. "Show them we're not ashamed of who we are." "Wardrobes." Luna looks at me. "You need something that walks the line between formal pack Luna and badass biker queen. Elegant but dangerous."

“You’re walking into the Annual Meeting with wolves who smell blood. If you’re going to survive biker politics, you need more than sharp instincts.” “I can ride,” she said quickly. “You’ve seen me.” “I’ve seen you ride,” I corrected. “I haven’t seen you command.” Her brows furrowed. “Hmmm, there’s a difference?” “Obviously,” I replied sounding almost sarcastic. “In this vast world of ours, motorcycles aren’t transportation. They’re statements. The way you ride tells everyone exactly who you are, either; weak, reckless, or untouchable.” She crossed her arms. “And you think I look weak?”

Ryder growls at his paramour. When he says nothing else, I look to find them kissing. That is an effective way to shut Sidhe up. I’ve seen Gator and Angel do the same thing to silence the lunatic. “Alright, children!” The older blonde biker's voice booms. “Wow, I cannot believe I’m related to these horny people,” the teen said with dark reddish brown comments from beside him. “Zip it, Rasmus.” An enormous Irish biker commands while putting away the drones.

“They say that if the pipes are loud, ongoing traffic will hear them, but the sound from the exhaust goes straight out of the back end. All it does is make them go deaf prematurely—” “And piss pedestrians off,” Brennan grumbled. As the bike approached, I tilted my head to the side, recognizing that it wasn’t a Sunday rider on the back of it. “Biker,” Conor confirmed. “No tags,” I murmured. “Does there need to be? Nearest MC to us is the Sinners,” Brennan pointed out. “He’s not wearing a cut.” I lifted my cellphone and as the biker drove by, I snapped a photo, full frontal and a real beauty, then immediately sent it to Conor, whose own cell buzzed as he received it.

"Some of the senior Vipers. They have the tattoo of the Viper. They promised me an initiation if I did what they told me to do. They said you were in on it..." That triggered Victor. He listened his hand up high before he slames the small knife into the bikers knee. His scream erupted in the basement. "Are you stupid? Did you really think I would have my people help the family that took my daughter and destroyed her life?" Victor snapped. The biker was fighting against the restraints, trying to get away from the mad man in front of him. Victor quickly limped back to the table and picked out a larger dagger before he limped back to the sobbing biker.

Before they could realize what is happening, almost all of the bikers are dead. Just then, the lights came back on. Now the mansion is snatched away from the bikers who invaded it. "Ey, did you kill that asshole?" one of the bikers yelled from downstairs, unknown of the situation on the top floor. Nero and Reed casually leaned over the railing and gave the biker a sinister smile. "That asshole is our friend. Only we get to kill him. Idiots like you shouldn't even think about hurting him" Nero muttered before shooting that biker mercilessly.

He looked like he’d spent his life fighting, and winning. "Let go of her," the biker said. His voice was deeper and more dangerous than Alaric’s or Silas’s. I can't help but compare because he looks like them but I'm sure they have no business to associate with his kind, not trying to sound bad but look at him. "Who the hell are you?" Marcus yelled, trying to sound tough despite his voice cracking. The biker didn't answer with words. He moved faster than I could blink. One second he was ten feet away, and the next, he had Marcus by the throat, slamming him against the side of my car. The door pressed from the force.

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the bikers.

"You messed with the wrong guys, biker boy." The rider, Elena could see him better now, didn't flinch. He was tall, built like he spent his days lifting weights or fighting. Dark hair messy from the wind, stubble on a strong jaw, and eyes that burned with something fierce. Tattoos peeked out from under his leather jacket sleeves. He grabbed the skinny guy's wrist, twisting until the knife clattered to the ground. A swift kick to the chest, and the attacker was wheezing on the pavement.

“But you already know how I feel about Travis! And all I’m saying is, any man willing to jump into freezing cold waters to save your ass, then undress you from wet clothes so you don’t get sick, only to redress you in some dry ones without looking at your body or feeling you up because you were incapacitated, is probably worth looking into as boyfriend material” “You know Meme”, I told her seriously. “I have no idea how we’re friends, you have such poor judgment of character! He’s the biker king, he’s a gang leader”! “Yeah, who can provide for and protect you, and take care of your ass in your time of need”, she says, actually defending him. “What is so wrong with that”? “Other than the fact