Bikers Vs Werewolves Novels & Stories

"But do not kill anyone if you can help it. We need them alive. Need them to testify." We fired back. Controlled shots. Aimed to disable not kill. Three of them went down. But more kept coming. "We are going to be overrun," Hammer said. "We need backup. Now." I hit the panic button. Our signal to the backup teams positioned around the area. Within seconds, our people appeared. Twenty bikers. Armed. Furious. Ready to fight. The tide turned. Chen's people were surrounded. Outnumbered. Trapped. They tried to retreat. We cut them off. Captured twelve. Killed four who would not surrender. The rest escaped.

They had been givin a bad reputation of being murderous beast, thanks to the humans who told such horrible lies. These werewolves were the descendants of the moon. A better way of explaining it would be that the moon was their own version of God. She was the one who created the werewolf breed herself. She was or is the Moon Goddess. It was said that she gave them a very special gift, the ability to feel or sense who their true mate is. Its called the mate bond which is avery strong feeling that either one would beable to feel when they are close to one another. Like what a soul mate would be for humans. The wolf people had many tribes or packs, as they were called. Each pack would have a mal

The witches manipulated circumstances, fueling animosity between vampires and werewolves, leading to frequent battles for resources that ravaged the once-peaceful land. Caught in the crossfire of war and amid the power struggle, humans emerged as the most vulnerable among the various creatures. Their weaponry lacked the sophistication and strength needed to shield themselves and their homes. The distant echoes of gunshots marked the inefficiency of tanks missing their targets, a stark testament to the ongoing conflict between vampires and werewolves.

They will do whatever it takes. The bikers are all now brandishing weapons, too. A few have rifles, but most are armed with crossbows. All are aimed at our company. They have to know that any fight with us will be a total mismatch, but they don’t seem to care. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sneak disappear. If things go bad, he’s not going to allow himself to be a target. Good for him, I think to myself. “Turn those damn bikes off,” Dad commands. “Don’t you know what those engines can attract?”

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.

Athena Chaos is supposed to be loud, but this was quiet. It didn't explode; it just sort of seeped into the clearing like a bad smell. The bikes rolled in with a low, oily growl. No chrome, no insignias just matte-black frames and riders who looked like they’d forgotten how to blink. The morning mist didn't stand a chance; the heat from their engines shredded it into nothing. Inside me, my wolf wasn't just bristling; she was pacing a tight, frantic circle, her claws snagging on my psyche. These guys weren't here to talk. They were here to see who bled first.

Soren's second-in-command, a fierce vampire named Vex, nearly challenged me to a duel when one of my wolves accidentally insulted their kind. I called a halt. "Everyone. Stop." They turned to me, still bristling with tension. "This isn't working," I said. "We all know it. But here's what else we know… Thorin has hundreds of warriors. Well-trained. Well-fed. Loyal out of fear, but loyal nonetheless. We have maybe seventy. Half wolf, half vampire. If we fight each other, we die. If we fight together, we might. might..survive."

“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.

Dad winks and steers Mom toward their table, where Uncle John, Dean, and a handful of high-and-mighties already sit — men who, in one way or another, form part of our team. I shrug back the cloak of my Grim Reaper costume. The fabric drags across my bruised spine, feeling like razor blades cutting into flesh, and I drop into my assigned seat beside Ilkay, who’s gone full mad doctor in bloody scrubs. Commitment. Respect. “Hey, dude,” Axel says from across the table. He’s a werewolf with abs and way too much confidence. “Nice body paint.” I glance down at myself. Exposed torso, professionally painted bones, rib cage stretching into darkness, where black harem pants take over to end in high-top

This will be her first public appearance after the scandal at Carmela’s welcome back party. How will her own pack members treat her in the presence of other packs? The werewolves games are usually scheduled to last over a month. The werewolves games consist mainly of three different categories, combat, sports and intellect. The combat games were split into three: Physical combat, weapons combat and wolf combat. These were mainly participated in by warriors of the various packs and sometimes the Alphas would compete against each other but it was customary for the Lunas of each pack to compete against each other in physical and weapons combat.