Biker's Novels & Stories

But deep down, I already knew the answer. Nothing. Not a single message. I stared at the empty chat for a while, feeling the silence settle heavier in my chest. I shouldn’t have been surprised. I was a fool for trusting a piece of shit like him. I knew what bikers were. Everyone said it, playboys, liars, men who lived by no rules but their own. I should’ve known better. I should’ve stayed away. But I didn’t. I gave him everything, my trust, my heart, my body, and now I was the one left bleeding.

PRESENTLY... My biker Boy Fantasies, that was what everyone was calling it. Everywhere Elias went, people's gaze followed her. She was the hottest topic in school right now, and she's never felt more vulnerable in her life. People made fun of her as she walked by. They called her all sorts of names and a few stood out to her especially 'Pervy Nerd' 'Hardcore Hottie' 'Kaelen's number one fan' 'Miss XXX rated'

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.

The world turned orange as the blast ripped through the silence, sending a shockwave that rattled my teeth. "GO!" Ruan bellowed. The Phantoms surged forward, a wall of black leather and chrome screaming into the light. Gunfire erupted—not the muffled thuds of the assassins, but the heavy, rhythmic roar of the bikers' weapons. It was a symphony of chaos. I watched from the ridge, my heart in my throat. I saw Ruan dive off his bike while it was still moving, sliding across the asphalt and firing his revolver with a precision that was haunting. He was a god of the road, a creature of fire and lead.

"That's some serious stakes. Alright. My boys will hold the stairwell. Keep Reeves's people and those crazy experiment things off your back. You get what you need. Then we all get the hell out. Deal?" "Deal." The bikers positioned themselves. Creating a defensive perimeter. They looked ridiculous. Motorcycle gang in a high-tech facility. But they moved with military precision. These were not random criminals. These were soldiers. Organized. Disciplined. "Where did you learn combat tactics?" Damien asked Garrett.

The fourth biker says nothing. He is smaller than the others. He is covered in tattoos. And he has a gun. He points his pistol at Jim. I don't want Jim to die. Jim turns to face me, his eyes wide. "Run!" he says. "It's okay. I can take care of myself." I roll my eyes. "No you can't, human," I say. He looks so bemused. But he's going to look even more so in a second when I shift. Somebody else emerges from behind the wall of bikers.

He looked like he’d spent his life fighting, and winning. "Let go of her," the biker said. His voice was deeper and more dangerous than Alaric’s or Silas’s. I can't help but compare because he looks like them but I'm sure they have no business to associate with his kind, not trying to sound bad but look at him. "Who the hell are you?" Marcus yelled, trying to sound tough despite his voice cracking. The biker didn't answer with words. He moved faster than I could blink. One second he was ten feet away, and the next, he had Marcus by the throat, slamming him against the side of my car. The door pressed from the force.

Victor quickly limped back to the table and picked out a larger dagger before he limped back to the sobbing biker. "Give me the names of the Vipers who approached you." He ordered, holding the dagger to the man's other knee. The biker who had claimed not to know a single thing just minutes ago soon started singing the names of the Vipers who approached him. The question was, was the biker telling the truth when he named the traitor Vipers. "Who else?" Victor asked, and when he shook his head, he slammed the dagger into the bikers' other knee.

she looked at me and I nodded. "My Uncle Bruce was a member of the Demon Riders MC." she added quietly. Joker gasped along with Blade while Dom, Decker, Jaden and Ash looked confused. Thrash closed his eyes and muttered a curse. "Who are the Demon Riders?" Dom demanded. "Yeah, I've never heard of them and we've had business with every MC in the area." Decker added.

Grunts could be heard as the other wolves staggered to their feet. Keeping a keen eye on me, one of the other bikers, a burly male with a tatted bald head and unruly beard, stepped behind Luca and crouched down. Gripping under his arms, he pulled Luca to his feet, muttering, "You okay, Whiskey?" Whiskey? And then I remembered. It was probably Luca's alias. I didn't have time to wonder or care why he was still using it. "Yeah, Frank," Luca grunted, stumbling a bit while the biker steadied him.