Biker Names Novels & Stories

My stomach dropped when I saw the sender: B4 VIP Section. Knox know as "Razor" , Ryder as "Beast" Jaxon as the "Phoenix, and... Axel known as the"Viper". The four most powerful students at Sally Royal, the princes of our own world here and the one name that made my heart race despite years of training it not to. Six bottles of champagne. Table 7. Immediate delivery. "I have to..." I gestured weakly toward my phone. Blake released my arm with a disgusted sound. "Just try not to embarrass us more than you already have."

"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.

Reyna texted him the following morning after getting ready for college. Miss SA: I'll talk to you after three hours. My Hottie Biker: Okay! By the way, I renamed your contact. Miss SA: What did you keep? My Hottie Biker: Miss SA. She laughed. Miss SA: So from now I'll call you Mr HB. My Hottie Biker: HB what? Miss SA: Hottie Biker! She texted a heart emoji, and he sent a laughing emoji.

“You always say the right thing.” She’s glowing, Jinx whispered, uncharacteristically gentle for once. Like a woman who finally remembers she deserves love. I smiled, but there was a knot in my chest. I had heard the name of her soon-to-be husband—Alpha Raiden Calder. Leader of the Iron Howlers. Reputation rougher than gravel, always whispered about with both respect and fear. I hadn’t met him yet, and honestly? I wasn’t sure I wanted to. But if he made my mom smile like this… who was I to argue?

“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?”

It's definitely one of dad's people, someone on the inside. I'm confident that the few I threw out aren't who I'm looking for; they were just plain thugs who tried to live up to the myth of the roughneck biker but were too stupid to cover their tracks. If they had the balls to pull off something like this, I would've noticed it in them. Maybe I shouldn't have kicked them out so soon, but the thought of being in the same airspace as those assholes was too much for me to bear.

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."

Melody huffed at me in annoyance. “First of all my name is Theodor Grave, like I said on Friday. I am the leader of the Grave Hounds biker gang. Most of the people I know call me Teddy.” It was a little far to her house, about thirteen or so minutes from the Main Street. It was going to be a decent drive there.

The BlackReign patch on his leather vest hanging over the chair should’ve told me enough. I glance around the room, my mind catching up fast. The rough walls, the faint sound of metal clanging, the smell of oil and smoke…yeah. This isn’t just a random biker hideout. I’m in BlackReign territory. My pulse quickens. Reign Conner…the rogue alpha biker. The ruthless bastard everyone talks about everywhere you go…I never thought I'd ever meet a man like him. The same man rumored to be Black Justice…he arrogantly shows up when packs oppress rogues, kills, and disappears. Some call him a savior. Others, a monster. Depends on which side you’re on.

There's no way Asher would be participating in this tournament. I checked the list before I came, his club's name wasn't here. When the bikers walked past me, none of them acted like they didn't recognize me. Or maybe they actually didn't. Who remembers a girl who had been humiliated five years ago? I read their color which was printed on the back of their jackets. “Second Dawn Motorcycle Club” They aren't M Springs Motorcycle club, not the same one as Asher's. The soft thudding of feet landing on the floor made me snap my gaze back to the van. Though soft, I could hear it above the voices and whispers in the area. My eyes blinked when I saw Asher step down.