Biker Names Novels & Stories

How was that even possible? "Oh, fuck!" Jax cursed as his face lost all color. He pointed to the bike on the left of the leader and whispered, "Look at the goddamn name on his bike Jenny! This isn't good. This is really bad." Squinting her eyes to zero in on the petrol tank, Jenny battled to keep her lunch down. Two battle axes and a grim reapers face held pride of place on its side. And just in case someone missed the symbol's significance, the rider's road name was underneath. In bold gold, the writing was Jenny's worst nightmare, as "The Henchman" burned its way into her brain.

Cracker’s POV “Can I buy you a drink?” I glanced up at the biker standing next to me. He was impressive looking and, judging from his vest, also an MC. But I didn’t recognize the name. He was probably an enforcer like Steel, but not nearly as muscular, or as handsome, or as--- I mentally groaned.

He said. “First is Bacchus. His real name is George Miller, one of the gang leader’s right hand. Then Atlas, real name is Mario Ching. He is their intelligence. Minotaur, real name is Fred Lim. I think he’s one of their snipers. Cupid is Jay Kenley. He’s their hacker. And Pegasus is Jacob Frias, best in hand to hand combat.” Miko announced. “Let’s hope that they are the only one here.” I said.

says the man in the middle. Before I can respond, the man catches himself, “Oh, I just realized we never introduced ourselves. I’m Jackson, and that’s Gunner and Holt,” Jackson says, pointing to his left and right respectively. I nod my head politely, “Nice to meet you all. I’m Jacqueline.” Gunner—the tallest of the three bikers—responds, “Oh, we know sweetheart,” he chuckles. My stomach churns. I don’t know what to make of that.

All this time, I’d been so focused on trying to get away, on protecting myself, that I hadn’t realized… I looked at their faces – Dare, serious and stoic; Jax, gruff but deeply loyal; Rook, quiet but undeniably strong; and Silas, bruised but still fighting, still protective. These men, these intimidating, dangerous bikers, had become something more. Something I hadn’t expected. “I… I care about you guys,” I confessed, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. My voice was a shaky whisper. “All of you. I really do.”

Asphalt Kings is the most popular bikers society in this city. The bikers aren't only madly good, but also madly handsome. Rumours say it's run by a powerful secret organization to launder money, and that's why they could snatch the road from government. But who cares? The boys just want to race. Here, Saint St. Graves is the top racer. Most girls come here only for him. In bed, he's A+, and on top of the bike, he's A++ Saint rules the road here. Like right now, everyone on the road is screaming his name except the jealous boys in the society.

Not her. She bit her full lower lip, cheeks flushing pink under the parking lot lights of the deserted roadside bar. “I… I told you. My friends dared me to get a ride from the scariest biker I could find tonight. But I didn’t expect…” Her gaze dropped to the obvious bulge straining my jeans, then flicked back up quickly. “You’re huge.” A slow grin spread across my face. I stepped closer, crowding her against the warm metal of my bike. “Name’s Jax. And yeah, I’m big everywhere, baby. You gonna tell me your name before I decide how I’m gonna fuck you?”

She nodded with a smile. "Give us the money now and we will lead you there," The biker girl said. "I have no time for time wasters, lead us there and you will get your money, if not then you are of no use to me," I said coldly. "Me and my bike men feel differently, wait do you think we can not just kill you now and take your car?" She replied in a venom-filled voice. That was the Toll Biker gang for you. Always trying to make their victims remember just how ruthless they could be.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

Maverick questioned to which Naitee nodded her head vigorously before saying " Yes. I've many but I like Hitesh, Daksh, Kalpit and Ojas " " Hmm, these are good names but none of them is from my culture. Nevermind. I have chosen a few names, Dylan (one who wins over people's minds), Felix (a fortunate person), Eric (a ruler of peace), Ethan(strong and powerful), Irvin (colour of peace, a beautiful white colour) " Maverick said and Naitee state after him " All these names are good too but I want our firstborn to have a name from my culture "