Biker Novels & Stories

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

‘Let us help you carry your bags,’ one of them says. ‘I’m sorry. I can’t remember your names,’ I apologise. ‘I’m Boomslang,’ the larger guy wearing the blue bandana says. ‘I’m Taipan,’ the very slim, and shortest of the bikers, says. ‘Thank you for the offer, but I think I’m fine. This is all I have,’ I say, almost dropping the box, and Boomslang quickly catches it. ‘Well, maybe just a little help would be nice,’ I say, laughing.

Whenn she flushed, he continued, "Don't be embarrassed Sam. I haven't really enjoyed the company of a woman such as yourself in a long time." Drake opened a door previously unnoticed on the wall in the mudroom. Going through the door, they walked out onto a wide wooden deck where a table sat with beautiful china and crystal. Samantha was in awe. There was depths to this man. He was a biker. A beast of a man. Rough around the edges, but with manners to rival any old moneyed family. She began to wonder just who was Drake, President of a motorcycle club.

I can’t wait to paint that pretty ass of hers red for this disrespect. He secured the scarf and swung his leg over his bike; the bright red Honda Fireblade gleamed as the early morning sun touched it, while Justin gave him a wide grin. ‘It was a mighty fine little ass to, pert and firm, perfect for spanking.’ With his mind full of the image of her naked body, he swung his leg over his more conservative jet black Kawasaki Ninja. Both bikes purred rather than roared into action, belying their powerful engines as the two men manoevred them gingerly onto the highway heading for their MC.

"You're hurt." Blood trickles from a cut on my forehead, and my ribs scream with every breath. But compared to a partial shift, this is nothing. "Who are you?" I whisper. "Ryder Kane." His voice is so deep. "And you're under my protection now." Behind him, other bikers are checking the unconscious enforcers. These aren't regular humans—I can smell the wolf in all of them. "Alpha Dominic won't let this go," I manage. "He will send everyone he has."

NORA’S POV A biker. Zane was a biker. And a fucking famous, wealthy good one at that. I watched him hum through his obstacles, swerving excellently with perfect precision around hoops. People cheered and chanted his name, but all I could think about was how many times I had spread my legs, how often I had held my phone in my hands, eyes on his pictures and videos as I rubbed my clit.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

“But Knox can take you. You probably both good to get some air.” My heart did a complicated flip at the mention of Knox’s name. Rylan paused in the doorway. “You two can go tomorrow afternoon. I’ll clear it with the others, make sure the area’s secure first.” “Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet. You’re taking the bike.” “The motorcycle?” My voice came out higher than intended. “Yep. It’s harder to track, and easier to maneuver if something goes wrong.” He smirked. “Besides, you’ve been on it before. Time to get over your fear.”

"Before I stop being polite." The tall Viper looked like he wanted to argue but one of his friends grabbed his arm. "Come on man. It's not worth it." They backed away slowly then turned and walked off into the growing darkness. Maya watched until they disappeared around a corner. Her hands were shaking and she shoved them in her pockets so no one would see. "You okay?" Blackwood asked again. "I'm fine." Maya looked at her bike. At the neighborhood around her. At the six bikers standing there like they were waiting for something. "I just need to fix my starter."

The raw, visual sight of them standing together like a happy couple—my absolute best friend in the entire world and the regular civilian boy I had desperately crushed on for years—felt like a sharp, jagged knife twisting deeply into old, unhealed emotional wounds. Tyler looked up at Stone with a expression of open, disgusted judgment, his eyes tracking the dark tattoos and the leather club cut before he looked back at my face with a look of pure pity. “So this whole biker situation is really still happening, Tessa? You are actually choosing to live your life inside this dangerous garbage with a criminal?”