Biker Novels & Stories

And 'Riders MC ' engraved at the top. "This is the symbol of my club. These badges are only given to the MC members. But you both look like you are newly married. Show this to anyone who stops you. This will take you out of this mess faster. Now go" he said while playing with the cigarette in his mouth. Reed nodded his thank you. The biker looks to be in his early forties. Salt and pepper hair adorns his temples and beard. He looks fit and confident. But he is a friend of Victor, which is speaking volumes about what kind of man he is.

Ryder growls at his paramour. When he says nothing else, I look to find them kissing. That is an effective way to shut Sidhe up. I’ve seen Gator and Angel do the same thing to silence the lunatic. “Alright, children!” The older blonde biker's voice booms. “Wow, I cannot believe I’m related to these horny people,” the teen said with dark reddish brown comments from beside him. “Zip it, Rasmus.” An enormous Irish biker commands while putting away the drones.

The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near. Scarface gulped audibly but still tried to appear brave. “You think you can intimidate me?” he asked with a shaky voice. I bared my teeth. “I don’t think. I know.” The air around us grew hard, and then before I could utter another word, one of the bikers launched himself at me. But I was faster, catching his upraised arm and flipping him onto his stomach with a twist before slamming his front half against the truck. The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior.

My gaze scanned his bike, and I saw that it had a realistic drawing of a silver-furred wolf with sharp golden eyes designed on the bike, along with a long line of smoky red flames drawn across the body of the bike. The biker was clad in a black leather jacket and putting on a sleek black helmet that looked different from the others. He gave off a different aura. A leader's aura I found myself being drawn to as I felt tingles between my legs. "Oh, my fucking goodness! Aleric Dolce came to college today?!" The girls squealed louder in whispers, blushing and barely controlling their excitement as they rushed forward to have a better view of the

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"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.

He explains. "I'm not most people, you didn't even give me a chance." Macie replies. "I didn't want you to have a biased view of me until you got to know the real me. I like making up stories and writing about them. I love BDSM. I'm also a biker in a MC. No, we don't do illegal shit, and no we aren't thugs, or criminals." Caiden explains.

“Oh. Thank you very much.” “I should get going.” The biker man said as he went on his bike and wore his helmet. “My journey is long. I believe yours is, too. Bye” The biker turned on his bike and zoomed off. Who was that? What a good man. I hope I meet him again sometime. I walk to the driver who was fast asleep. It was quite late anyway. I got back into the car and stayed up till I fell asleep. TAKI’S P.O.V.

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"

“Fuck, hell no!” The one who was in the accident shouted. “My bike!” The Viking looking biker was hunched on the road, lamenting over his wheels. Goddess, he should be more concerned about the state he is in I thought as I took in the scene. The wolf’s leg was bent in three places and the left side of his arm was almost scraped to the bone.

“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.