Bikers Vs Werewolves Novels & Stories

“You’re serious?” “I like all of them,” I admitted. “For completely different reasons.” She let out a small laugh. “Sofia… they’re not exactly the sharing type.” “Why not?” I asked honestly. She stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You’re asking why a group of hardcore biker guys wouldn’t want to share one woman?” “Yes,” I said firmly. “Because they’re possessive,” she replied. “Very and at some point, someone’s going to want more, someone’s going to get jealous and when that happens? It won’t be pretty.”

Trying to protect my balls while trying to fight off this infamous biker gang was going to be difficult. I recognized them as their motorbikes got closer. The Children of the Black Blood. They were werewolves who had been banished from their packs and banded together to commit all kind of crimes. I had an extensive brief on them and how they operated. They mostly targeted law enforcers. They could have recognized my Humvee and decided that I was their next victim. They made a very stupid mistake. My balls were on the line, literarily. That was much precious to me more than anything and I did not want to disappoint Xena.

she asked, leaning forward in her seat. Steve turned toward her, his expression serious. "The Diablos," he began, his voice taking on a somber tone, "are a biker werewolf gang with no territory. They ride around terrorizing, killing, stealing, and sometimes smuggling illegal things throughout America." His words painted a vivid picture of lawlessness and danger. "They're also known as Demon wolves or Devil wolves. They sell their services to whoever can pay them, but they won't hesitate to betray or backstab if they get bored."

He stands up and howls in front of wolf Soga’s dead body. In the epic clash between Gale and the Betas against the werewolves and ogres, it was clear that victory was within reach for the combined allied forces. With a stroke of strategic brilliance, the witches unleashed their formidable powers, tipping the scales even further in favor of Gale and his allies. Sensing defeat, the vampires wisely retreated from the battle, recognizing that they stood no chance against this overwhelming force.

,Many look ready to pass out. "We wanted to ask for help, I'm taken back rogues usually don't ask packs for help they seek and destroy before moving on, heard you were a great fighter and leader. I figured we could try and if not we can run",I looked them over as Howl paced in my head. They are no threat Sebastian he mumbles. Seems that way I growl back. "Who is the bikers behind you?",they sigh as they look back. Warriors rush up surrounding us and growling.

Someone who would love me as I was and save me from my sufferings. Days have 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 had 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, the 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.

My hands trembled in my lap and I clenched them into fists, nails digging into my palms until they burned. The car rolled to a stop in front of massive wrought-iron gates. Beyond them stood a sprawling mansion, dark and imposing against the evening sky. Bikers moved around the courtyard, some repairing bikes, others sparring shirtless with knives glinting in the last rays of sunlight. Wolves padded between them, their eyes reflecting the headlights like liquid gold. My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t just some biker gang. It was something else. Something ancient and terrifying. And why did they have wolves as....pets?

I don’t know why? “Well I think the name suits you well, but I still think you should just change your name to strong Hybrid Monster. Hmmm, I guess that's a bit long,” he joked. "What do you think? Maybe they should change your name to wolf man or wolf vampire since you're technically a Hybrid Devil, right? "Jake was a werewolf bartender. It was a weird combination, but I found out that he was the only one I didn't want to kill. I’m definitely more tolerant of werewolves than vampires.

Looking at all these motorcycles lined up and cared for so meticulously I could see that the same was true for everyone in the Steel Vultures. "Can I ask you something?" I said and turned to look at Cain. "Go ahead," he said. "Why motorcycles specifically? I mean you're werewolves. You can run faster than any bike can go. So why bother with them at all?" Cain considered my question for a moment before answering. "You're right that we can run faster in our wolf forms. But riding gives us something different. It's about the experience and the feeling of the road beneath you and the wind in your face. It's about being part of something bigger than yourself."

As the Hunter's Moon approaches, So does an age-old enemy, closing in on the Aspen Pack. Despite Braiden's natural hatred of Red, The two headstrong Alphas must unite to protect Misha, the Luna they both love. . . Big Bad Werewolf By H. R. Harney All rights reserved (c) 2025 Chapter One