Biker Wings Novels & Stories

The bike hit the car door, flipped in the air, and dropped with a loud bang to the ground, rolling a few laps before exploding like a bomb. Against fire and rising smoke, I saw a giant white wolf fighting with the rider of the bike. The rider was wearing a black leather jacket. His forearm was gripped by the fangs of the white wolf. He threw his arm violently, trying to shake the white wolf off his arm. When the white wolf was shaken off, he grabbed the whole sleeve of the leather jacket. That was the time when I saw it. The eagle tattoo with spreading wings. The intricate pattern of feathers, the art style...

At the critical moment, he successfully merged with the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings and rescued Aria in the blink of an eye. “Phew...” Aria sighed in relief, a layer of cold sweat on her forehead. “The Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings?” Seeing his attack miss, Blade spoke coldly and looked at Andrius in the air, his eyes widening slightly. The other envoys who saw this also looked surprised. The Heavenly Fiend Phoenix wings were a flying artifact made from the wings of the Heavenly Fiend Phoenix.

I know what I must do, what we all must do. To my left, Akin stands tall, his obsidian wings sharp and sleek, the wind tugging at his tunic as his eyes sweep the battlefield like a soldier gauging his next strike. To my right, River’s wings are the color of deep, angry storms. They shift with energy, crackling faintly as his fists curl at his sides. The fire in him burns steady now, no longer a threat but a force I can trust.

I declare, and He rolls his eyes. “I have an extra bike in the shed over there, but if you scratch it I’ll rip your head off and hang it on my wall as a trophy,” I warn, turning back to my bike. Maverick turns to the shed and opens the door to reveal a bright red Yamaha R6 with black wheels that has a tag with the name Ezra on it.

The biker stood over him, unmoving, his presence suffocating. Then—he reached into his jacket. Lucas flinched, half-expecting a weapon. But instead— Click. The flash of a camera. A picture. A message. A reminder. The biker pocketed his phone, tilting his head slightly. “This was a warning,” he said. Then—without another word—he swung his leg over his bike, revved the engine, and disappeared into the night. The silence that followed was deafening. Lucas lay on the ground, gasping for air, his body aching, his pride shattered.

(if you ask me, they looked like the eyes of a fly) The creature had long wings that resembled bat wings, but it had big claws in each fold of the wings. The creature extended its wings, hitting Brandon and causing him to fall on his back. Ricky tried to overpower the witch, but he was quicker. He turned, covering himself with his wings, and quickly struck Rickymeith with his claws, making Ricky grunt as he felt the sharp nails scratch him across his back.

Beautiful. Behind us, explosions. The facility collapsing. Imploding. Burning. Taking everything with it. Victoria. Rookie. Jax. All buried under tons of concrete and fire. We kept running. Away from the blast zone. To where Marco's army waited. Thirty bikers. Iron Serpents. Desert Reapers. Bratva soldiers. All watching the facility burn. We stopped. Caught our breath. Watched the place that had been our prison. Our hell. Collapse.

"I'm doing this. With or without legal approval." Sarah closed her eyes briefly. "Fine. But I'm going to be there. With paramedics on standby. And if this goes sideways, I'm pulling you out myself." "Deal." As we walked out of the police station, I kept my arm around Lisa. People stared—we'd become infamous. The biker enforcer and his society bride. The alliance nobody wanted. "Jackson," Lisa said quietly. "That photo of your truck. You weren't anywhere near the Iron Wolves clubhouse that night."

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.

The little whore would have to fight her own battles. She kicked off her motorbike stand and revved up the engine of her Silver Wing, pretending to be part of the search for a couple of miles but turning onto a different freeway heading toward Morningstar's clubhouse. He had promised her a Goldwing and a position as one of his inner circle for the information she had. When she pulled up outside his ramshackle clubhouse half an hour later, she felt a pang of regret; the place looked awful, neglected and uncared for. It was nothing like the warm, welcoming vibes you got from the Blue Moon Club, but she had made her, so to speak, and there could be no turning back. She got off her bike and stra