Bikers Novels & Stories

"Sedatives for both of you if needed. The empathy connection goes both ways—if you flood her, you'll feel it too." "Good point." I hadn't considered that. "Okay, medical support standing by. What else?" "Transportation." Cass taps the table. "We're not showing up in regular cars. We arrive on bikes, full pack colors, making a statement." "I like it." Ryder grins. "Show them we're not ashamed of who we are." "Wardrobes." Luna looks at me. "You need something that walks the line between formal pack Luna and badass biker queen. Elegant but dangerous."

The morning sun hit the asphalt of the Iron Wolves' private track like a physical weight, creating a shimmering haze of heat and gasoline. I stood by my Ducati, my fingers trembling slightly as I tightened the bolts on the fairing. Every muscle in my body ached from the basement floor, but the adrenaline singing through my veins was louder than the pain. Around me, the club was a hive of activity bikers prepping their machines, the scent of exhaust thick enough to taste, and the constant, low-grade thrum of engines that sounded like a gathering storm.

I knew the lifestyle they had, I loved it also furthermore I have actually dated bikers before and I think I can say, I understood the rules of it. Something about these particular bikers was very different though, It wasn’t just a bunch of dumb kids having fun rather It was something much more than that especially because the sex was mind-blowing and the time I spent with them all outside of the bedroom had great weight and I trusted them with some pretty intimate details of my life also including the good, bad, and ugly then most importantly, I have shared my dreams with them and they had done nothing but support me. I guess p

Never in such a manner. We have enemies, yes, but only a fool would attack the clubhouse knowing that the club is filled with highly trained bikers, not only that, some members are former military and they know how to fight. But this feels and smells like a massacre. I jump out of my bike and Hera is already off of it. " What the hell?" She whispers and her words are enough to make my blood boil. I run forward, heading to the entrance of the clubhouse. The sight before me is enough to have me freeze.

The two drivers opened their doors and got out, walking towards me as well. “We don’t want any trouble, we are just lackeys in everything.” They held up their hands in surrender, holding still as I stalked past them to the van. I swung open the side door, its hinges protesting loudly. There was nothing inside except for road block equipment, vests, and someone’s half eaten sandwich. “Son of a bitch!” I slammed the door home and turned to the two wolves. I knew they were Black Haven, the stench of licorice was strong on them. The two bikers had joined the others, more than likely feeling safety in numbers. They were slight and about a good half foot or more sho

All the bikers nodded their heads, giving glances to one another. I was the only one wearing my helmet again, so no one would know who I am. I'm pretty sure they know I'm a girl because of how my boobs and ass look, but they said nothing. The sound of gunshots brought me out of my thoughts, and with that, all the bikers started their engines. I couldn't help but giggle when 'Speed' roared to life, and then we all went off.

“What’s your name?” He hesitates, like he’s deciding whether I’m allowed to know it. “Jude.” “Nice name,” I lie without blinking. The corner of his mouth twitches. Is that… a smile? I keep going. “So, Jude. This Reaper of yours. Your boss?” He tilts his head instead of answering. Then I see it. The motorcycle. My stomach tightens and I rub my wrist again. Motorbikes have always meant bad things for me. Broken doors. Raised voices. Leather jackets and fear. Last night, the alcohol made me brave. This morning, the nightmares reminded me who I really am.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

The rider slammed on the brakes, the bike sliding sideways and coming to a stop just inches from my legs. He ripped his helmet off. He had dark hair, a jagged scar near his eyebrow, and a look of pure annoyance. His leather vest had a patch: IRON GRAVE MC. "You trying to die, Princess?" he barked. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the castle?" I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. In the distance, I saw the black SUVs. Edmund’s men. "Please," I choked out, grabbing his arm. "I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me."