Biker Wolf Novels & Stories

Two, maybe three medium lobes. I continued walking to the side alley, and there I found someone. A man sitting on a wooden box, smoking a cheap cigarette. The smell of Medium Wolf was evident, but he seemed uninterested in hiding. When he saw me, he widened his eyes and threw out the cigarette. "Casper Bishop." His voice came out hoarse, full of surprise. "I didn’t expect to see you in this hole." "Not even I," he replied dryly. "And I didn’t expect to find an average wolf so relaxed, smoking as if he had nothing to lose."

I laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

I could see into his soul and it showed how happy he truly was. “I will see you soon, my love.” Those were his last words as we shifted. He took off in the opposite direction and I knew that was the last time I was going to see him. Zakari hadn’t expected that at all. “I don’t need my men to defeat you, child. Your wolf is a hybrid, I see. Half Lycan, half wolf.” He didn’t speak any other words as he shifted into his wolf. His wolf was giant, standing as tall as Bria. He is jet black with a strange marking down his side, but the thing that stood out the most is his red eyes. If evil existed in anyone, it was this man right here. His wolf was stalking Bria, but she was watching his every move

When he returned to Thunder Bay Pack at age sixteen, he brought her along. She was a White Warrior wolf, a wolf who wasn't bound by the mate bond or pack rules, unlike a typical werewolf. White Warrior wolves were born fighters and loners, exposed to harsh, life-threatening conditions by their parents from a young age. They were usually drawn to the alphas of various packs, probably because they are equals in strength and endurance.

I perked up “Wolf warriors? Do you think? Could it be Warrior Wolves? That club that has mostly rejected wolves as their members? If so.. this town just got a whole lot safer. They’re feral rogue hunters.” She shrugs and tells me “Well. I’m sure I don’t know. There was just a biker in this morning.. at the asscrack of dawn. Before I even got coffee started.. saying his club was moving to town and he was just hanging out.. waiting on Mr. Donaldson over at the bank.”

Dad winks and steers Mom toward their table, where Uncle John, Dean, and a handful of high-and-mighties already sit — men who, in one way or another, form part of our team. I shrug back the cloak of my Grim Reaper costume. The fabric drags across my bruised spine, feeling like razor blades cutting into flesh, and I drop into my assigned seat beside Ilkay, who’s gone full mad doctor in bloody scrubs. Commitment. Respect. “Hey, dude,” Axel says from across the table. He’s a werewolf with abs and way too much confidence. “Nice body paint.” I glance down at myself. Exposed torso, professionally painted bones, rib cage stretching into darkness, where black harem pants take over to end in high-top

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

And then the door swung open. Koda strutted in like he owned the night. My breath caught, and then I laughed so hard Mama had to steady me. He was the big bad wolf — but not just any wolf. My son had gone full biker werewolf, leather cut stitched with “Lil Wolf” across the back, fur ears poking out from under his curls. His jeans were ripped, his boots scuffed, and he even had a chain dangling from his belt. “Look, Mama!” he howled, baring plastic fangs. “I’m Daddy and the wolf!”

Thomas asked. The biker’s voice tightened. “He called me by name.” The words hung in the air for a moment. “I’d never met him before,” the biker explained. “We’d never spoken. My name isn’t written on my vest or jacket. There’s no reason he should’ve known it.” My wolf stirred uneasily. This was wrong. All of it felt wrong. “What did you do?” I asked. “I asked him how he knew my name,” the biker said. “He just smiled faintly and avoided the question. That’s when I got really suspicious.”

He glanced down at the healed wound, and then looked at me with proud eyes. His healing speed is simply beyond my imagination. In the 10 years since I left, Black Wolf Baker must have gained more dark power.He has an immortal body and is the only strong man in the history of the wolf clan.If he wants to kill me now, it's as simple as stepping on an ant! "Why don't you just kill me?"I deliberately stimulated him, "If you don't kill me, I will continue to torture you!"" Black Wolf Baker squeezed my neck with one hand, and his movements were surprisingly gentle.It seemed that he just put his hand gently on my neck, but I knew that with a little force, he could break my fragile neck.