Biker Gangs Books Novels & Stories

“You okay?” “Motorcycle club?” I asked. He nodded. “Like Hell’s Angels?” Booker smirked. “In theory.” “Crap.” I glanced up at him. “I really should go.” “Go where, darlin’? There’s nothing around here for over a mile in any direction.” “Clarify something for me. Are you a club because you have really nice bikes and like to hang out and drink beer on occasion, or are you like outlaws or something?”

The boys froze, their smirks faltering as the sound drew closer, louder, until headlights cut through the dark. I blinked against the brightness, my heart hammering. A group of bikers rolled into the street, leather and metal glinting under the moon. The roar of engines silenced only when boots hit the ground, a dozen shadows dismounting with lethal grace. The boys around me cursed, panicked, but it was too late. The bikers moved fast, too fast. Snarls filled the air, inhuman and feral, and before my terrified eyes, they tore into the boys with a violence that made me stumble back. Fists cracked against bone. Teeth bared. They weren’t just fighting—they were biting. Wolves in human skin unle

Whatever business the Hunters ran, it wasn't some back-alley operation. At least, not obviously. Three hours of research later, I'd found several job postings for the same building. Most were vague—"management positions," "customer relations," "event coordination"—but they all promised excellent pay for the right candidate. One posting in particular caught my attention: "Manager Position - Alpha Biker Gang Group. Immediate start. Competitive salary. Strong candidates only." Alpha Biker Gang Group. The name was familiar, though I couldn't place where I'd heard it. I clicked through to their website—sleek, professional, with photos of expensive motorcycles and well-dressed executives.

The rider slammed on the brakes, the bike sliding sideways and coming to a stop just inches from my legs. He ripped his helmet off. He had dark hair, a jagged scar near his eyebrow, and a look of pure annoyance. His leather vest had a patch: IRON GRAVE MC. "You trying to die, Princess?" he barked. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the castle?" I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. In the distance, I saw the black SUVs. Edmund’s men. "Please," I choked out, grabbing his arm. "I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me."

Qin Haodong's expression darkened as he said, "Hurry up and give me a refund of the remaining three months' rent. Otherwise, you won't be able to afford the consequences!" "Brat, don't you bloody talk to me like that! Do you know who I am? The boss of the Biker Gang and I are brothers. When my brother comes, I will skin you..." Li Hui was spitting everywhere when suddenly a roar of motors sounded. A dozen motorcycles drove over with a burst of smoke, led by a Crown Prince motorcycle. Xiong Tiejun, the boss of the Biker Gang, was sitting on it. When Li Hui saw those motorcycles, he immediately shouted arrogantly, "Do you see that, brat? My brother is here. You are now in big trouble!"

We are started out as friends, then we became enemies, before in a cheesy way love conquered all. I was broken, abandoned, abused, and bullied. But all that only made me who I was supposed to be. Their woman, their wife, the mother to our girls. I may not be a mafia princess, but they are my bikers. They are my best friends, my men, and my destiny. And I can’t wait to see what else is thrown at us because I know no matter what it is, we will come out of it on top and stronger than before. The End.

Some leaned against their bikes, others sat at old wooden tables under a makeshift tent, sipping on beer or coffee. Confusion gnawed at me at the strange and dangerous surroundings. Why would Harry come here? There was no doubt, I stumbled into the world of bikers. I've heard about some gangs of motorcyclists. I can't make out the name. I saw a picture on I*******m the other day about a race event going on between two gangs. I don't really have any interest in bikers so I don't pay much attention. However, finding myself in such environments gave me chills. My phone rang in my hand from the same unknown number. I placed it to my ears and awaited the deep voice from the other end. "I assumed

I began as I also gave Yulia and Miles their own files. “Biker gangs are more than four, Issa, they are close to twenty or more,” Jamal said. “These four are our persons of interest because they deal with something different from the rest of the gang,” I said. “Dark magic,” Miles added. “What else can you tell us about them?” Jamal asked. “The first biker is called Austin Jordan, went to prison for seven counts of rape and sexual assault, he was sentenced to ten years, now he is an enforcer for the gang and mostly deals in human trafficking,” I said.

There was talk of merging the MC and the gang but while we trusted each other, most of the gang didn't want to adhere to MC rules and many members of the MC didn't agree with all of the morals of the gang. Besides all the Saints, Joker also introduced us to the Twins, Willa and West. They were legends. Everyone involved in the underground knew their story. They were two kids that were on the run with their mother from their father and brothers since their father was the leader of the Kings which at the time was one of the strongest and most brutal Mafias.

It seems he knew all of it was a made up story. “And this biker, what's his name?” he asked, eyes still locked on his notepad. “Mordred Sinclair,” I replied, letting the hate drip into every syllable. “He’s got a crew. Black Vipers or some biker gang bullshit. Check the cameras outside. You’ll see.”