Biker Wings Novels & Stories

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

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?"

Six months later Angel and her girl crew as she liked to call it, had the wedding planned. It was simple, they decorated the back field behind the clubhouse. They decided to have the ceremony and reception there. Both MC's were there along with Angel's sister. In true biker chick fashion, Angel decided on white leather pants, white corset, and white leather jacket. She had it special made to have both MC logos. She had talked to both presidents and gotten their permission. On the left side covering her heart she had a patch that said Property of Rider. Underneath was printed "forever".

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

When I stepped back outside, Marcus was leaning against his bike across the street, watching the sidewalk traffic drift past. I held up a single finger. One sponsor. He nodded slightly. Then we moved on. The bar on Fourth was easier. The owner barely let me finish explaining before he laughed. “A biker toy run?” he said. “Hell, that’s good publicity.” “Exactly.” “What do you need from me?” “Flyers in the window once they’re printed. Maybe mention it to customers, and an official drop location with a box for toys. I’ll provide the box of course.”

One of the bikers who sighted me first asked with a cocky grin. Before I could give the dickhead a response, someone spoke for me. "Picnic, back off. She's the one Chanel spoke about." It was the same biker who had shown me directions yesterday. The rest of them had their attention on me now. "Hey, you." I said when he moved to my direction. "Hello, it's nice seeing you again." He smiled at me. "Can we get on with the measurement stuff? You guys can fuck later." One of the bikers with the patch 'Tail Gunner' grumbled with an underlying impatient tone. Some of the bikers broke out laughing.

Did they not have roads in their world? "I suggest you hide your wings first before you and I go," I told her and turned away to find my sportbike hidden in the shadows of the trees. I pulled out my key and a black opal earring—one that changes hues at different angles—from my bag as soon as I saw the familiar lime-and-black color in the dark. I put on the earring and felt the soft wind caressing my now bareback, no wings in sight.

Mane had just employed one of those many moves: Exploding Wings. Mane’s mumble was the trigger for the huge fiery wings that grew on his back. The wings were several dozens of meters long and several meters wide. When they appeared on Mane’s back they rose high into the sky, and flapped rapidly. Yet their beating didn’t lift Mane up or take him into the sky. With the beating of those wings, the cry of a Phoenix filled the ears of all who were here, and several large flames descended upon the retreating goblins, burning them all to a crisp. The fire was stronger, completely eliminating the goblins in less than a second.