Bikers Novels & Stories

~ RAVEN~ The night air buzzed with the low growl of engines and the flash of chrome. The parking lot outside the downtown event hall shimmered under the neon lights, crowded with bikes from half the state. Hellfire. Iron Serpents. The Hounds. Even the Vipers — their so-called “rivals.” It was the biggest biker event of the season, and for me, it was my stage. I stepped out of my car slowly, black heels touching pavement like a promise.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy of cheers and screams as the bikers sped across the terrace, their faces etched with determination. A loud cheer erupted from the audience as everyone kept on yelling names of several motorcycle clubs they were supporting. “Wild Hogs!! Wild Hogs!” The voices on the left audience became louder, amplifying their excitement and eagerness to see them win “Sprint lazers!! Sprint Lazers!!” The other side of the audience screamed the name of a particular motorcycle club with a thunderous roar. And then came the name– “Asphalt warrior!!!!” The voices of the People gingered Adrian. He stood on his bike and leaned forward, his eyes narrowin

Violent lines executed smoothly. Most riders pick one. I perfected both. “You need to go to the staging area,” one of our mechanics informs us. They have our bikes cleaned and ready, like always. Racing isn’t a solo act. I might be the rider. But Monster Reaper is the weapon. The team runs like a machine — disciplined, precise. And the bikes? Flawless. Tuned to perfection. Built to kill seconds. Precision in every bolt. Best engineering on the track. That’s the difference between good … and untouchable.

One of the bikers who sighted me first asked with a cocky grin. Before I could give the dickhead a response, someone spoke for me. "Picnic, back off. She's the one Chanel spoke about." It was the same biker who had shown me directions yesterday. The rest of them had their attention on me now. "Hey, you." I said when he moved to my direction. "Hello, it's nice seeing you again." He smiled at me. "Can we get on with the measurement stuff? You guys can fuck later." One of the bikers with the patch 'Tail Gunner' grumbled with an underlying impatient tone. Some of the bikers broke out laughing.

But make no mistake: you do not mess with me, my brothers, or their old ladies. ​I climbed down from my bike. The house wasn't completely dead, but it was quiet for a Sunday morning. Most of my club brothers were back home with their women, though a few were definitely upstairs in the clubhouse rooms, hooking up with the club girls. Even the guys with old ladies still mess around at the clubhouse sometimes. I guess their women know exactly what they signed up for when they chose the biker life. But me? I could never imagine cheating on Ella. Once we are together, that's it. She's my only one.

"When I was fourteen, I started riding with the older guys in the club. Terrified. Shaking. But I acted like I owned the place." "You were a delinquent. That's different." "I was confident. Confidence is confidence." Duke caught her shoulders. "Emma. Look at me." She turned. His daughter. Dark-eyed and stubborn and trying so hard not to show how frightened she was. "You are the toughest kid I know," Duke said. "You've grown up with bikers, handled a blended family, dealt with things most fourteen-year-olds never face. High school is nothing compared to what you've already survived."

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

I make a mocking face. Haru giggles softly. “Maybe.” We step out of the apartment and head toward our bikes. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a few men hiding behind a van. All that leather screams “bikers.” Without drawing attention, I walk over to Killer. “Question: are we on lockdown because you’ve got beef with another club? Because there are some bikers playing hide-and-seek behind that van to our left.” Killer tenses slightly and looks down at me, then glances toward the van.

he urged Olivia and pulled her away from the approaching bikers. Olivia is confused, still, she has enough sense in her to follow after Carlos. She is not unaware of the fact that Alessandro has some issues with bikers. She doesn't know what exactly that issue is, but she knows that Bikers are enemies. Looking at how They both are alone without security and no one is aware of where they are exactly. If these bikers caught them, she knew they would die. Because it might take days for Alessandro to even trace their location.