Biker Wings Novels & Stories

My eyes watered just staring at them. He lifted up from me, placing his hands on his waist and trying to strike a pose. He looked majestic, like a god. "What do you think, huh? Wanna do it with my wings out? That's very kinky of you, Cross-" His wings fluttered with great winds- Wings… Two… wings? "Why do you have two?” A/N: I'm back.

He wasn't sure because not once has she looked at his direction. Frank felt like marching over to their table and shoving his chicken wing down her companion throat. That would teach him a lesson or two and equally paint him a monster in the presence of his investors as well so it wasn't even an option to consider. Damn. This wasn't how he planned to spend his night. Anything other than the sight for sore eyes seating across his table would have been just great. How could she pretend not to have noticed his presence right by her side. Was she really that blind by the new guy?

It’s wings. A sick chill wracks my body and I crouch, ready to leap and run from the hunters and worse. But no. Between two iridescent, rainbow-casting wings is a pale, dung-colored dragon. I narrow my eyes and he plops down next to me, sending a whirlwind of sand into my face. He looks small here, the great beast seeming like nothing compared to the expanse of sand.

Ryder POV The roar of six motorcycles echoes through the mountain pass as we approach Nightshade territory. Jolie rides behind me, her arms wrapped around my waist, silver light barely contained beneath her skin. I feel her tension through our bond—not fear exactly, but anticipation. Like a warrior preparing for battle. Luna and Knox ride to our left, Cass and Phoenix to our right. We form a tight formation, pack colors visible on every jacket. Iron Fangs in bold silver lettering, wolf symbols stitched across our shoulders and backs.

Crowe, entry thirty one, matte black bike* I went and pulled everything. The surface layer was straightforward. Jaxen Crowe, twenty eight. Director and founder of the Moon Biker's Club, established four years ago as a regional outfit and expanded within eighteen months into something that made the industry pay attention. Clean record, no charges, no civil suits, nothing that would raise a flag on a standard background check. Tax filings current. Business registration clean. The kind of paper trail that belonged to someone who either had very good lawyers or was genuinely careful about how he operated.

He was squeezing my thighs with his knees, and I felt protected between each of his arms. “I got you, baby,” he said. I watched as his right hand pulled back on the throttle and we surged forward. I have never accelerated to this speed before. I couldn’t help the smile that was on my face. I heard some ripping, and I was shocked to see that Brax had extended his wings and the bike began to lift. When his wings fully extended and captured the wind just right, we soared into the air. He held onto the bike using his feet under the pegs and his hands still gripping the steering wheel. He let off the throttle, killed the engine, and began to move his wings. We moved higher and higher until we wer

He was squeezing my thighs with his knees, and I felt protected between each of his arms. “I got you, baby,” he said. I watched as his right hand pulled back on the throttle and we surged forward. I have never accelerated to this speed before. I couldn’t help the smile that was on my face. I heard some ripping, and I was shocked to see that Brax had extended his wings and the bike began to lift. When his wings fully extended and captured the wind just right, we soared into the air. He held onto the bike using his feet under the pegs and his hands still gripping the steering wheel. He let off the throttle, killed the engine, and began to move his wings. We moved higher and higher until we wer

From the way the biker is smirking at me, I have a feeling he’s picked up on my attraction and is planning on using it to his advantage. He walks up to me and a chill runs up my spine. What’s he going to do? He does the last thing I’m expecting and undoes the binding around my wrists. After undoing my wrists, the biker swiftly pulls off my white tee. He undoes my bra, releasing my soft tits. I’m completely naked now, and the biker takes a second to savor my body. I start to cross my arms across my chest, but the biker stops me.

Rebel being the rebel she is has her first lesson today and I am her teacher, after all. She wanted a bike, so I bought her one. Angel freaked the fuck out, thinking I was getting her a bicycle. I did, I’m not that bad. I just stripped it down and made it look like a motorbike. I worked on it myself, it even has stabilisers. It’s pink pearlescent, with a unicorn decal on the cover that would be the tank. She even has a full bike visor helmet in pink and a little pink leather cut, with daddy’s Princess embossed on it with the club patch.

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?"