Bikers Novels & Stories

She was clearly loyal to these bikers. What the hell have I really gotten myself into?

Before they could realize what is happening, almost all of the bikers are dead. Just then, the lights came back on. Now the mansion is snatched away from the bikers who invaded it. "Ey, did you kill that asshole?" one of the bikers yelled from downstairs, unknown of the situation on the top floor. Nero and Reed casually leaned over the railing and gave the biker a sinister smile. "That asshole is our friend. Only we get to kill him. Idiots like you shouldn't even think about hurting him" Nero muttered before shooting that biker mercilessly.

‘Before I forget, I have to tell you something’. He looked inquiringly at me, asking me to proceed with his eyes. ‘I presume you may not have been informed about the bikers. They were shot dead in an encounter. Know anything about this?’, I poke him. ‘I do not bother with such trivial matters’, he replied unconcerned, with boredom etched on his face. ‘Strange, right? Dead within 24 hours. Justice served swiftly. Very swiftly. Don’t you think?’ ‘Yes, strange indeed’, he said flippantly.

The bikers started commenting, their voices mingling amusement and flirtation. “Where are you going, baby?” one of them said. “Do you need some help?” another chimed in. A third biker inquired in a deep and gruff tone, “Why are you all alone out here?” “Do you need some company?” he advised. The biker's remarks were becoming Sara more uneasy. she don't understand what to do now, she has been stuck. Sara tried to dismiss the bikers' remarks with a brief "No thanks," followed attempt to walk away. One of them, however, stepped in her way and stopped her. She raised her gaze at him; her eyes found his sly one.

, the inquisitive little queen that she is. “There is a code we bikers live by. My father violated that code and by that same code my actions were considered justified”, I told her, since she'd learn about it sooner or later anyway. “That, and I had already been running the crew for a few years at that point”! “For a bunch of bikers, you’re hardly ever on them”, she says. Being a biker is so much more than riding them, but even we know how weather limitations work. “It’s cold and wet, we’re not reckless”, I tell her.

the other one yells in response. "Y'all better get the fuck away from my bar!" The bartender shouts as he comes out of the bar with his shotgun in hand. The bikers scramble to get atop their bikes, and after a few minutes of difficulty, the bikers finally roar to life on top of their motorcycles and speed off through the town, a truck with Skinner inside following them. Sebastian pulls me into an alley, and we wait until the motorcycles can no longer be heard.

“The rest are outside. We can head over to Ray’s while we wait for any information you might have.” Torch nods at me, and we file out, locking the doors. Sure enough, a total of ten bikers are on their motorcycles, dressed in nothing but leather. Leather vests, leather pants, leather fingerless gloves. “Hello everyone!” I lift a hand up in a small wave. “Thank you fur coming. We’re heading over to Ray’s, so just follow closely behind the car.” Then, I turn to Torch. “You’re riding with me.” He nods and gets in. And soon, we’re speeding towards Ray’s.

THE BIKER KING CALLS Despite how dangerous the atmosphere of the room felt, dinner was… quiet. Arthur stretched subtly in his seat, looking over at the plates set neatly on the long wooden table stretching through the center of the room. A single overhead light glinted off the rim of his glass as he sipped on his wine. Slowly, he looked around at the plain walls and the men standing at the dark corners of the room. A few had their arms folded, others rested their hands behind their backs. Every time they moved, their leather jackets would lift, revealing guns tucked into waistbands and knives strapped to their thighs. None of them spoke. None moved unless Victor told them to.

“As much as I enjoy watching you all roll around in the dirt, I have something important to announce.” “Here we go,” Kara muttered. “The annual Biker Pack Tournament,” Felix continued, pausing for effect, “is officially around the corner.” A wave of excitement rolled through the field. Warriors began murmuring, some cheering outright. Even a few of the older fighters exchanged eager grins. Felix’s smirk widened. “I take it some of you still remember how it works?” “Do we look dead to you?” someone yelled from the back. He ignored the comment, continuing, “All packs from the region will be joining this year. Four in total. That means more competition, more glory—”

After breakfast, Sam and Drake got dressed and headed to the MC compound. Samantha followed Drake in her Jeep. He had decided to take his truck today, instead of his bike. When they drove up to the compound, Drake blew his horn and waited. Nothing happened. Samantha knew that something wasn't right. Just as Drake was getting out of his truck to investigate, a shot rang out. Then several shots. From many different guns. He heard women screaming. Kids were crying. Here could hear the bikers cussing. Somehow, someone had compromised the security of the compound and infiltrated it.