Biker Gang Books Novels & Stories

My legs trembled like they didn’t want to hold me up anymore. “Cassius, they’re behind us!” I cried. He shoved my helmet back on. “On the bike!” I climbed on with shaking hands. Cassius revved the engine hard. “Hold on!” We shot forward as bullets rained behind us. Two riders burst into view. “They’re catching up!” I screamed. “Not today,” Cassius growled. He swerved sharply. One rider pulled up beside us, too close. Cassius leaned and fired once. The rider crashed in a spray of dust and metal.

The gunbelt rattled with keys as William pulled it up, "The bullpen is empty because I have every available body on the street trying to get magical problems under control. The Cathedral of Trees has become a sore spot with the media, and the people on the top are putting a lot of pressure on me to put the Bokken riders away." "What are the Bokken Riders doing right now?" Warren asked. He wondered what a magical motorcycle gang could want with a human city. "They are at war with the Laughing Skulls, a local white supremacy gang. They were a minor nuisance before. Now with magic returned, the laughing skulls are using the Chaos to spread their message of hate." Grace took a seat and sighed, "

I still have no idea what caused the decapitation, though. Trained warriors, the Marine’s shake off their shock quicker than the bikers and let loose a deafening fusillade of automatic rifle fire. The bikers don’t stand a chance. Their bodies jerk and dance as the bullets tear into them. Before even one can get off a shot, they’re all lying dead in the street, their corpses tangled up with one another and with their still idling motorcycles. I almost feel sorry for them, until I remember the human skulls adorning some of the handlebars. The world is a better place without this gang, I know.

Perhaps the answer lies not in the question I ask, but in the unspoken language his body betrays. "Were they like a gang or something," I finally say. He looks at me, lifting an impressive brow, "You are an observer aren't you?" What does that even mean? "Just answer my question." "Bikers gang." Like in the movies. Wait, these things are real. "You are kidding?" He doesn't reply just gives me a look. "So, like is the mafia real too?" "Yes," he deadpanned. Oh my God. I always thought they were stories from the past. It feels like I've been living in a bubble for so long.

Trying to protect my balls while trying to fight off this infamous biker gang was going to be difficult. I recognized them as their motorbikes got closer. The Children of the Black Blood. They were werewolves who had been banished from their packs and banded together to commit all kind of crimes. I had an extensive brief on them and how they operated. They mostly targeted law enforcers. They could have recognized my Humvee and decided that I was their next victim. They made a very stupid mistake. My balls were on the line, literarily. That was much precious to me more than anything and I did not want to disappoint Xena.

“They have been taken apart. I have handled it myself. The city is clean now.” “Structures?” Richard stepped closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous hiss. “What ‘structures’? Speak plainly, man! What are you hiding?” I was losing him. I was losing everyone. I had to give him a name. I had to give him a villain he could understand. A head to cut off. “The Mafia Bikers,” I whispered, the word feeling like poison on my tongue. “There was a… group. A bad group. They are the reason for the old numbers. But they are gone now. I promise you.”

"Breaking news tonight at 6. Investigative reporter Meredith Rager exposes outlaw biker gangs in and around South Central Kentucky." Denise felt sick to her stomach as she sat with the group of bikers, and probably over half the town, ready to tune in for what was promising to be a big announcement. Tyler had let her know that he'd gone earlier to warn Meredith, to let the woman know that whatever she thought she knew was probably not the truth. Denise's heart sank when he told her that Meredith had blown him off. They hadn't been great friends, but Meredith had been a neighbor, and she genuinely liked the younger woman. This had bad written all over it.

Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth. I'm a black bear and was the head of a bear biker gang. We were one of the gangs that actually acted like a gang, not like the weak bunnies or misfits. When some of my men were poisoned, I went to the bunnies for help. They refused because we weren't what they considered good men. The men who had been poisoned died, and now the bunnies are going to die. The rest of my men ran away, scared that whoever poisoned our gang would get them, too.

“I used to think you were at the beginning.” “You want that punch?” “I’m saying…” I moved to my seat. It wobbled. Or I wobbled. Who knows? “I’m saying this was a bikers club. It wasn’t really family. Buggy and I just needed a roof over our heads and I was tired of being hunted down by the police—” “Because you were hacking into bank accounts and stealing money.”

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?