Biker Names Novels & Stories

tomorrow.” He gave me his card with a number on it. I headed out back to the bar where Axel was waiting. “So? You gonna prospect for us?” I don’t know yet, I’m thinking about it.” “Ok brother, I can respect that. Come on, let me introduce you to some of the brothers. He led me to the biggest guy I had ever seen. He must have been easily 6ft and built like a wall. I don’t know how but he looked familiar. I couldn’t place him though. “This is Tank.” I shook his hand. “Ryan.” He nodded. “This big guy over here is Rider, he is the club enforcer. He will make sure you are following the rules and not bringing trouble back to us.” Fuck me. This guy is even bigger than the last. He was about 6 and

The group comprised of different fraternities and clubs inside the campus. Oro Street Riders, also known as Bikers, consisted of people mostly from uptown that lived in subdivisions and usually rode on big motorbikes when they came downtown. They were easily recognized by their signature sleeveless jacket with a big embroidered Bikers logo at the back. The most-feared group among the three was the Thunders. Hero didn't know much about this group, but it was well-known to be very dangerous. The only way you could determine its member was to see a small tattoo on the wrist that looked like a cross at first glance but was actually a letter "T" which stood for "Thunders".

“But maybe you can help me with something better.” The second biker chuckled. “You sure you’re in the right neighborhood for that?” “I’m exactly where I need to be.” Before they could say more, a low rumble filled the air — the sound of a bigger engine, deeper, meaner. The crowd around the lot shifted. A matte-black bike rolled in. Its rider dismounted slowly, pulling off his helmet. Jace Malone. Everyone called him Viper. President of the Vipers MC. Mid-thirties, maybe.

I pulled my hand back, ready to deliver another punch, when I heard him whisper. "Wait." "What was that?" I asked as I pulled his head back by his hair. "Wait..." He whispered again, wrinkling his unrecognizable face in face. "Are you ready to speak now?" I asked. Ricardo slowly but surely nodded his head. The biker was watching everything with wide eyes, his mouth stuffed with a gag so he wouldn't blurt out any names and confuse us. Ricardo slowly started naming the people he was in contact with, and sure enough, he named out all the Vipers the biker had names, along with Attiwood and Alex Fimbar.

Lance aka Doc doctor for club. Ezra aka Patch EMT for club. Victor Aka Navy best at boats watercraft. Warren Aka Chopper best at air craft. Anthony Aka Edge best at knives. Jaime aka Data best at tech/ IT. Walter aka Hacker tech geek. Corey aka Jammer tech geek. Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks.

He was sitting beside me, helping me hold the piece of paper firmly to the table while I transfer the details to Chanel's notebook. "Horse, you're not her fucking mouthpiece." The so called Picnic said, sounding annoyed. "Yes, I have a man, Picnic." I responded this time. The same lie I use to chase perverts like him away from me. "Shit." He cursed under his breath, then left without another word. "I apologize..." My biker friend began. "It's fine... What's your name though?" "Desmond, but people around here call me Horse." "Horse as in the animal?"

The fish-lip dude glares at both of us. “Great,” I sigh, pretending to concede. “Let’s make it easy. I’ll assign nicknames.” I study them thoughtfully. “Okay … Big Guy is definitely a Tony.” His jaw tightens. “And you,” I look at the guppy, lowering my voice like we’re sharing a secret, “you look like you were almost named something intimidating, but your mom still calls you by your full name when she’s mad.” He looks at me before he can stop himself. Hook.

​After what felt like an eternity standing in front of her parents' house, I kicked my bike into gear and rode back to the clubhouse. Riding through the wind, I couldn’t help but think about what it meant to actually have a family. I know what I am. I can be brutal viciously so.In the underworld, I have been called a lot of things. The Bull. The Devil. Iron Fist. But when it comes to family, I have a soft spot. I’m a child at heart for the people I love. But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies.

Everyone in the family advised him against it, but he never listened. I think once someone becomes a biker, they just stop seeing the downsides. My cousin, who was fondly called Zipco even though his name was Andrew, was too deep in his biker life to listen to anyone. He ignored his parents, my parents, and our grandparents whenever they talked about him leaving the bike group to come take over the family company.

“Alpha Jaron. I’m referring him to you. He’s in recovery, unable to walk at the moment. I need you to give him your best as his physical therapist.” I froze mid-breath, the name striking me like a lightning bolt. My pulse quickened involuntarily. “Alpha Jaron?” I whispered, barely loud enough for Marga to hear. Marga’s jaw dropped, and her hand flew to her mouth. “Do you mean the Alpha Jaron? The Biker? The most feared, the handsome Alpha of Steel Fang Pack?” I blinked, the weight of her words settling on me. The Alpha of Steel Fang Pack. The man whose very name commanded fear and respect in the supernatural and human communities alike.