Bikers Vs Werewolves Novels & Stories

"They are all unnatural regardless and need to be sent back to hell from where they came!" Jason arrives at his uncle Ivans house and knocks on the door, as sound comes from inside the house "Who is it?" "It's me uncle Ivan, Jason." Uncle Ivan opens the door and let's him in. Uncle goes back to sit on the chair from where he stood up from. On the floor next to his chair is a half a bottle of whiskey and an empty glass. Uncle Ivan picks up the glass and bottle and pours him a drink. "When did you start with that bottle uncle Ivan, before sunrise, its only 11am!" "Dont tell me how to live my life and I wont tell you how to live yours, so tell me what brings you to my door so damn early anyway.

Levi said to me. “No offense, but there’s a better chance for me to be accepted alone. The packs won’t realize a wolf is infiltrating the club because someone always talks and we don’t even know if some of the pack members might be involved with this whole thing. I can see who the guilty are so I’ll know who to get close to,” I said to them. “I hate to admit it, but the kid’s right,” Levi said. “Okay, that’s settled then. I’ll send you all the details I have and where these bikers operate from,” Kiran said to me.

Then he grabbed my wrist and dragged me off the bike, and I saw the other bikers circling us like wolves, eyes glowing in the morning light. "Let's see what you're made of, little wolf.”

"Not Levi. But don't worry, I'll find him. I have my ways." Nicholas leaned back in his chair, his eyes gleaming with a hint of resolve. "We'll need to find new pack members, strengthen our numbers. I've been thinking of recruiting the biker gang that's been hanging around the outskirts of town." Kimberly's eyebrows shot up. "The biker gang? Aren't they...feral? I heard about them." Nicholas nodded. "That's why I want them. But they're also mutants." "What are mutants? Like partial werewolves right?" Kimberly's confusion was evident.

The boys froze, their smirks faltering as the sound drew closer, louder, until headlights cut through the dark. I blinked against the brightness, my heart hammering. A group of bikers rolled into the street, leather and metal glinting under the moon. The roar of engines silenced only when boots hit the ground, a dozen shadows dismounting with lethal grace. The boys around me cursed, panicked, but it was too late. The bikers moved fast, too fast. Snarls filled the air, inhuman and feral, and before my terrified eyes, they tore into the boys with a violence that made me stumble back. Fists cracked against bone. Teeth bared. They weren’t just fighting—they were biting. Wolves in human skin unle

Percy entered the chamber with his usual calm demeanor, but he could feel the weight of the werewolves' gazes upon him. BBW Alpha Lucas, a towering figure with a commanding presence, sat at the head of the table, his expression unreadable. To his left was Bucky Briggs, his Beta and one of the most influential werewolves in the city. Bucky's gaze was cold and calculating, reflecting the growing mistrust that had taken root among the werewolves.

I felt my wolf stir inside me. The man in the leather jacket stepped forward again, raising his hand to quiet his group. “We’ve heard about your best racers,” he said. “Bring them out. Let’s see if you’re worth our time. Don’t waste it with amateurs.” I clenched my fists, my knuckles white. Gabriel rode forward slightly, his eyes locking onto the man’s. I knew they were going to be a lot of trouble, so I asked my men to also intervene. Security tried to intervene, but the bikers just laughed, pushing past them, revving their bikes aggressively. Students screamed, scattering in all directions. Chaos had arrived, and we were right in the middle of it.

The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run. I stayed completely close to Stone’s side for most of the long evening, sitting tight against his broad chest on a wooden log, but despite my best efforts, my anxious eyes kept drifting across the clearing toward Siren. She was holding court near another large fire pit, surrounded by a tight circle of huge, rugged bikers. She was telling wild, dangerous stories of the open road that had several of the club brothers hangin

"Rosh, how many packs of werewolves are living in our area?" I asked Rosh out of my curiosity. "Why?" Rosh asked. "I am just wondering if there is another pack that caused the incident in the amusement park." I replied. "Well, I am sure some Rogues are responsible for this." Rosh replied. "Rogues?" I asked him. "Rogues are wolves that were exiled by the pack." Rosh replied. "Exiled? How?" I was really curious to learn more.

Pascal responded "no, you are being followed by the vampires, be careful" Jack Rich's face darkened "I am sorry, I wasn't aware, I will be more careful, next time" Pascal didn't pursue the matter anymore "any news?" he asked immediately. "Yes, I was able to track down some werewolves in the City, they are very few, only one thousand werewolves," Jack Rich told Pascal. Pascal wasn't surprised "that is huge, and how many packs are there in the City?" he inquired. "None, the vampires get rid of any Alpha immediately, they rule the City, and they are not ready to share it with the werewolves, when are you coming out of isolation?" Jack Rich asked with expectation.