Biker Wolf Novels & Stories

Just like him, his wolf was also black. “Hey,” he said, his bushy brows furrowing as he spoke. King returned his greeting, exchanging greetings with the rest of his friends as well before taking a seat next to Articus. “I’m sorry I’m late,” he apologized once again. “It’s not a big deal. We weren’t really talking about anything before you showed up,” Articus said, waving off his apology. “Yeah, nothing to worry about,” Blake reiterated. Blake Bennett was the alpha of the Yellow Cicada pack. He had auburn hair and hazel eyes. He was six foot three and very easygoing. His wolf was a red wolf.

I can't believe that jack rider was my mate,he was the biggest and baddest wolf in the history,damn jack rider was my mate. I definitely didn't see this coming. My wolf howl in pleasure and happiness at the handsome male wolf in front of us. The biggest and baddest wolf is my mate, he was the strongest wolf without a pack and live in isolation but always seen visiting pack to demand money from them and no one dares to contradict his words. But why was he here standing in my living, destroying things and most important gripping my father and his second in command asshole on the neck. I look in his eyes. I can still see his wolf. He quickly blinks his eyes and his wolf vanishes. He hid his wol

“Well, it looks like trouble found you.” I sighed, feeling the usual anger begin to churn in my gut. I despised having to deal with trash like this guy. I moved closer, my eyes narrowing. “Get lost.” The guy smirked. “And if I don’t?” Without speaking, I allowed my wolf to surface. My eyes turned a piercing gold, and I felt my muscles grow slightly. A low growl echoed from my chest, causing the very ground to shake beneath us. The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near.

“Girls only!” We laugh at the expressions of dismay. “It’s not like you would really want to do this, anyway. Everything smells like flowers and perfume,” I try to console them. Just then, a male wolf with two large, insulated rolling suitcases steps off the elevator and into the waiting area. His shirt reads “Beefy Bartenders,” though calling it a shirt is a bit of a stretch. It’s more of a scrap of cloth painted onto his pecs. The tight and tiny biker shorts do nothing to hide the wolf’s ample assets.

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days passed since that incident and my wounds healed faster than normal. I ignored it, however, making sure I didn't cross paths with Melissa again, no matter what. I never set my eyes on Brian since that day either, and I knew it was because he was busy with the race that occurred between our pack and the nearest wolf pack, Moonmist pack. I always wanted to know what it would be like to be a female biker but I knew it was impossible. Only alphas were allowed to be bikers. A mere wolfless omega like me would be killed before I even made it there.

Then he grabbed my wrist and dragged me off the bike, and I saw the other bikers circling us like wolves, eyes glowing in the morning light. "Let's see what you're made of, little wolf.”

“Got some fresh air, saw some sights, gave myself a back injury driving this damn van.” Wolf nodded, his grey eyes sharp with understanding. The man had close to zero education if you thought of formal schooling, but his street smarts were off the damn charts, and nobody with an ounce of brain-power ever forgot that. Not friends or foes. “OK, then,” Wolf said in a tone that clearly indicated that the matter of Viking’s whereabouts and activities was closed. “You look like you need a coffee, huh?” “That’s a fact.” Viking unlocked the back door, swung it wide. “We just have a few things here to put back in the Garage.”

Still, there was no response. I snapped my head toward Rowan and glared at him. “Call your fucking men to order!” Rowan wore a smug expression as he snorted. He raised his hand lazily. “Enough!” Instantly, his men pulled back and shifted out of their wolf forms. The bikers shifted as well, and they all stood there, injured in one place or another. Some had cuts on their foreheads, some had their faces ripped open with bones hanging visibly, some had broken limbs—but it didn’t take long before they healed, thanks to their werewolf abilities.

His wolf was named Xavier and he was quick to anger, but never cruel. Clayton is my best friend and that’s why when we had enough members he made me his beta. Our numbers were big enough that a beta was essential. Although we aren’t big enough to warrant a gamma just yet we are having new people join all the time and our family just continues to grow.

Aleister POV As if I was floating, I watched the coolest looking black wolf running. Every time the light caught it, grey and silver shinned brightly. He’s the fastest wolf I’ve ever seen. Graceful, poised, everything a wolf would want to be. That’s me. I am that magnificent wolf. But who is that up ahead? The most beautiful golden wolf. Quickly big wolf, catch her. I was awoken from my delightful dream by the cold and wet feeling of water. Shooting up I growled and looked around until I was met with the laughing faces of Liam and Leon.