Biker Wolf Novels & Stories

one of the wolves behind him said, and moved closer to him. Christian watched the large brown wolf as it got close to him, waiting for him to explain what he had just said about his father. "What do you mean?" he finally asked the large brown wolf. "Your father who says he's an Alpha is not," the wolf said. "It's only a title he walks around with, nothing more. He is not a good ruler and the pack he rules is yours. Every wrong he has done to your pack affects your wolves, but you are too blind and foolish to see it," he said.

“It was good knowing you.” In a minute, that gorgeous bike would be smashed to smithereens. The thing with werewolf motorbike races–it started with a motorbike and ended in wolf form. The rule was that halfway through the race, the bikers would shift into their wolf and do the final round of the race. Extra points for those who ruin their bikes in the process. It sounded messed up, but to witness those giant beasts as they shifted and smashed the living daylights out of a metal machine their size was a thrill beyond comparison.

The only difference they had against wolves in the wild was the essence in their eyes. It seemed that we weren’t the only ones who were first to see a white wolf. The bikers remained frozen in their spot, gaping at Serena. They forgot the jeopardy they were in for a measly second. Their shock took the better of them, and Serena will use that to her advantage. She pounced towards the nearest biker. Her sharp canine dug into his neck as her paw stomped on his body. The wooden table where they landed shattered in half, then Serena tugged on his neck, successfully ripping it from his body.

The compound has been tense all day, and I need to breathe air that isn’t saturated with suspicion. That’s when I see them. At first, just the glow of headlights in the trees. Then the growl of engines. A convoy of human bikers, skulls painted on their jackets, roaring down the dirt road with cages chained to their trailers. And in those cages are wolves. Not wild ones or feral. I know the look in their eyes, the terror, the muffled howls. These are pack wolves. My stomach twists. Trafficked. Just like the rumors. Just like the whispers about Kael’s empire.

On the front of the house, however, there was a huge snarling wolf spray-painted on the wall, and I instantly recognized the tattoo on Knives’s chest. The Wolf Riders logo... And the print on Snake’s jacket! So this definitely was the club that he was spying on! I don’t know if I should be relieved or more terrified now that my suspicions have been confirmed. Why had I thought this would be a good idea? Why had I even for a second believed that trusting a biker would be a good idea? Why was it always a lose-lose situation with me...? Lowering my head, I wanted to cry again, but forced back the tears. I refused to pity myself. I’d gotten myself into this mess; I just had to get myself out of

“I don’t cast after meeting everyone I see. Geez. What do you mean, mom is going to have my head? He’s a wolf he can’t be… My lifetime companion unless he’s got a parent who’s a witch. Oh, there will be people who will hate this.” “I say, ‘Let the fun and games begin!’ You know life is never dull for long when it comes to us. A sexy biker wolf comes to town, and he knows how to respect books. It’s love at first sight. I mean, he asked you out for coffee. Respected you to rescind that offer when he realized you were being stalked by someone who’s insisting you go out with him while not respecting your decision to say no. This treaty is really raining on our par

It swung with gusto from side to side as he hit it, and I gulped nervously. I’d seen Ryker around the pack house a few times, and more often during training. He was huge, easily as big as Mustapha even though he wasn’t one of the higher-ranking wolves. He was a warrior wolf, and as he strode around the fighting ring, he looked every part his title.

“I don’t cast after meeting everyone I see. Geez. What do you mean, mom is going to have my head? He’s a wolf he can’t be… My lifetime companion unless he’s got a parent who’s a witch. Oh, there will be people who will hate this.” “I say, ‘Let the fun and games begin!’ You know life is never dull for long when it comes to us. A sexy biker wolf comes to town, and he knows how to respect books. It’s love at the first sight. I mean, he asked you out for coffee. Respected you to rescind that offer when he realized you were being stalked by someone who’s insisting you go out with him while not respecting your decision to say no. This treaty is really raining on our

Beatrice barked, making Greta sob. “He’s not dangerous.” She sniffed. I glared at the young man. He was still a teenager, like Greta. At best, he’d be nineteen. Using my wolf vision, I could tell he wasn’t an ordinary wolf but a warrior wolf. “He has greater strength than you, Greta.” I said. She looked up at me and saw my eyes were reddish-orange, she understood I was checking him. “But he said he was an omega.” she looked at him.

I stood before the mirror, trembling. “Come out!” I screamed. My voice cracked. “Come out, damn you!” But there was no answer. “You're supposed to be my wolf companion! My protector! How could you, how could you kill him?” My breath came in ragged sobs. “You monster… You coward! Show yourself!” My wolf didn’t speak. It was like she’d buried herself deep inside me, ashamed, or worse… indifferent. I collapsed to the floor, broken and breathless, tears searing down my cheeks. I curled into myself, praying that this was all a nightmare, that I’d wake up and find my father humming in the kitchen, that the arena had never happened, that my wolf had never emerged.