Biker Giant Novels & Stories

The rider wore a helmet that completely hid his enter face. “What the hell is that?” The biker matched our speed perfectly then he looked directly at me. A cold feeling slid heavily down my spine and Jax’s arm tightened around my waist. “Do not slow down.” The biker reached inside his jacket slowly and brought out a gun. “Jax!” “I know.” The biker raised the weapon directly toward us and another shot suddenly rang out from somewhere above. The biker’s shoulder exploded violently with blood which made his motorcycle lose balance instantly before crashing hard across the wet road.

THE BIKER KING CALLS Despite how dangerous the atmosphere of the room felt, dinner was… quiet. Arthur stretched subtly in his seat, looking over at the plates set neatly on the long wooden table stretching through the center of the room. A single overhead light glinted off the rim of his glass as he sipped on his wine. Slowly, he looked around at the plain walls and the men standing at the dark corners of the room. A few had their arms folded, others rested their hands behind their backs. Every time they moved, their leather jackets would lift, revealing guns tucked into waistbands and knives strapped to their thighs. None of them spoke. None moved unless Victor told them to.

“As much as I enjoy watching you all roll around in the dirt, I have something important to announce.” “Here we go,” Kara muttered. “The annual Biker Pack Tournament,” Felix continued, pausing for effect, “is officially around the corner.” A wave of excitement rolled through the field. Warriors began murmuring, some cheering outright. Even a few of the older fighters exchanged eager grins. Felix’s smirk widened. “I take it some of you still remember how it works?” “Do we look dead to you?” someone yelled from the back. He ignored the comment, continuing, “All packs from the region will be joining this year. Four in total. That means more competition, more glory—”

The bike stops right in front of us, so close I feel the heat from it. I can't map out the rider, but they feel scary. “Hey, what the fuck, man!” the brunette snaps, irritation edging into his voice. The biker swings a leg off, never turning the lights off. They lift something long and solid. Is that a bat? They roll it once in their hand, casual. Almost bored. “Who’s first?”

The seat behind him is wide, steady, designed to carry weight without complaint. Reaper’s bike is sleek and predatory, black with flashes of emerald striping that catch the light when he moves. It looks fast even standing still. Asmodeus’s machine is a monster, tall, heavy, built like it could plow through a wall and keep going. Thick tires and reinforced frame nothing decorative, all for function. Viking’s bike gleams like a relic pulled from legend, dark steel with gold detailing etched like runes along the sides. It hums faintly, like it’s alive.

“The Biker Brothers, the five guys that ride with the Road Warriors? Black hair? Blue eyes?” “Couple of them twins?” she asked, yes. Those guys.” “I don’t know them, but I know their president is Adam Hunt. They’re right up her alley, aren’t they?” she asked. “Not helping. Though, the oldest the brother is the vice president of that club. I didn’t know you knew their president.” “Yep. Adam his name, comes and talks to me whenever I’m bartending and he’s there. He doesn’t frequent as much as his club is starting to but the shit with your mom is gross. Where’s she now?”

HIM. My stepfather has a son with a renowned Italian model, his previous wife. Artemis Marcello Fernandez. The last time I saw him was five years ago. He was a twenty four year old then. Infamous for his hot and short temper, playboy, a passionate biker, mannerless, shameless, breathtakingly and devilishly tall and handsome, thanks to his Italian model of a mother's DNA. He came to San Francisco two years ago when he was informed about his father's death. After attending the funeral, he left without setting a foot in the house.

Nessa watched like she hoped we would look stupid on camera. Zara lifted a hand at the crew, gracious, as if she had booked the river. Reid panned his phone toward the black car. “Here we go, Lai. Uncut incoming.” Rook’s engine barked. She hit the buyer’s front wheel hard enough to make the dish lurch. Eyebrow scar was off his bike and on the roof like he had been born for ugly height. The buyer shouted about property. Nobody cared. “Now,” Harden said.

The bikers let her go and pulled out their switchblades in retaliation. “Who the hell are you ?” The giant just kept coming. He was appearing more masculine and monstrous the closer he got. The bikers should have backed away but stupidity willed them further. A biker lurched forward with the blade but the giant grabbed him and with his brute strength almost turned him inside out. The others attacked but they got such a beating it was mournful. And in the end, there were broken bones and bodies all over the ground. Selena was standing there, gaping at her savior but the moment he turned to face her, she was reminded of why she was in this mess and why he was the enemy. She just coiled with fe

He also knew he was looking at the future King of the Blue Moon Bikers. Maverick learned quickly; he had to. Sean tried his best to scupper every chance he was given, and at first, the younger boy fell for his schemes, wanting to be the ‘Prince’s’ friend. The teenager soon discovered he was being set up to fail and look stupid in the eyes of William, the first time those kind eyes turned to him in disappointment was the last. He stopped trying to be Sean’s friend and, more importantly, he stopped covering for his mistakes. His gut instincts told him the King’s brother would soon make a fatal mistake as he took more and more risks as he tried to impress his friends and look like a future King