Biker Gang Books Novels & Stories

“Just trying to figure out these goddamned… these gosh-darned cribs. They all look the same, you see.” Bianca Morgan stared at the three of them, even more taken aback than her daughter at what was standing in front of her. All three men were sporting tattoos and huge boots, they were all wearing matching leather vest things with patches that read ‘Road Devils’. She almost passed out when she realized that she was face-to-face with real, live motorcycle gang members. The urge to grab her daughter and run was pretty strong, but she didn’t want to piss them off. “You’re – you’re crib shopping?” Bianca asked them, aiming for terrified politeness. “For – for one of your babies?”

Jakub whispered and ended the call. Those delinquents had become too brazen, crossing lines and attempting to intimidate Xavier and Rei. Knowing their history, the consequences would be irreversible if the gang could harm Xavier and Rei. I was determined to follow protocol in apprehending them. I was familiar with their backgrounds as I had reviewed their files while advocating for Xavier Woods's employment in my government department. They would not hesitate to engage in a physical altercation with law enforcement, forcing us to use deadly measures. Kaz and I wouldn't have to get our hands dirty; these criminals' recklessness would ultimately lead to their demise.

I heard low conversations, the clink of bottles, boots scraping against concrete, but it all seemed to dull slightly when people noticed us. Or rather… noticed me. The air felt thick with unspoken tension, and no matter how much I gulped, nothing seemed to change around here. I could easily cower and show them that they were affecting me, but I kept my head up, refusing to shrink under the weight of it. Near one of the tables, two bikers were talking in hushed but heated tones. “…told you he shouldn’t have gotten in Zander’s face like that,” one muttered.

My voice caught mid sentence when I felt his cold hand slowly traveling up my thigh. I gasped I as start wiggling. "Don't test me, kitty cat. I know what you're doing. Don't think that I won't do anything to you now, because you're not 13 anymore." It was a warning. "What are you talking about? You're m-my b-brother." My voice came out as mere whisper. "STEPBROTHER! And this is the last time I'm warning you, next time I'll kick you out of this house along with your inappropriate clothes." His eyes were suddenly on fire now.

"Anyone who has a problem with that can take it up with me directly." The bikers exchange glances but don't argue. Whatever Ryder Kane is to them, his word is law. "Come on." He guides me toward the clubhouse entrance, his palm warm against my spine. "Let's get you looked at." The inside is even more impressive than the outside. Exposed wooden beams stretch across a cathedral ceiling. A massive stone fireplace dominates one wall, with animal heads mounted above it. Pool tables, leather couches, and a well-stocked bar create distinct areas for socializing. Everything screams wealth and power.

Athena Chaos is supposed to be loud, but this was quiet. It didn't explode; it just sort of seeped into the clearing like a bad smell. The bikes rolled in with a low, oily growl. No chrome, no insignias just matte-black frames and riders who looked like they’d forgotten how to blink. The morning mist didn't stand a chance; the heat from their engines shredded it into nothing. Inside me, my wolf wasn't just bristling; she was pacing a tight, frantic circle, her claws snagging on my psyche. These guys weren't here to talk. They were here to see who bled first.

Alpha Scott linked quickly. One of the bikers from the gang wiped out on some fresh cut grass the city workers left in the road, and they are going to ask their boss to talk to you about extending their time to fix it. I looked around, waiting for a response and making sure no vehicles were driving our way. We still needed to get rid of all of the blood.

he said. I heard a loud rumble and my mind began to race as it got closer. “Is … is your guy a biker,” I asked, running to the window. “Yeah uhm … he’s an Outlaw,” he said. I fully well knew what that meant. They came into the shop sometimes. Slade was sending a fucking biker gang to battle my video game dork of an ex-boyfriend.

Liam replied nonchalantly. His parents raised their eyebrows, they had never heard of a biker gang, and they knew about all the other underground mafias and gangs, it just proved that the biker gang was a small-time gang. Liam's dad sighed, "I'll fix This, I'll make a couple of calls, and you're safe." His dad assured, patting his son on the shoulders. Liam smiled faintly and nodded slightly, "Okay." He was feeling relieved after hearing his dad's words.

"Frederick probably doesn't even know who Tyger is." "Heh, he doesn't even know that Tyger has fallen, so how could he possibly know about Tyger from the biker gang?" Tyger was indeed very famous around here, but it was the kind of notoriety associated with a bad reputation. This so-called biker gang was the group under Tyger's command, and they were usually arrogant and domineering. A motorcycle rode straight into the pedestrian street, ignoring the crosswalk. After hitting someone, the rider didn't even look back and straight vanished down the road.