Bikers Vs Werewolves Novels & Stories

You'll understand this more as you read the book! In addition, I only use the term 'werewolf' in this story but they are not the traditional lore that is 'cursed' or a 'beast'. They are more of shifters, like of lycans who can control their transformations from humans to wolves or vice versa. To put it simply, they are like the 'wolves' of Twilight with special gifts so I call them werewolves in this book. Thank you and enjoy reading!

Huh, were we going on bikes? They're row after row of gleaming metal, the engines rumbling low. The scent of fuel and leather mixed in the air, intoxicating and deadly. My pulse quickened. Of course. I had forgotten, this family, these Alphas… they weren’t just wolves. They were bikers. Dangerous, untouchable, feared. One by one, everyone climbed onto their bikes, their movements easy with practiced confidence. Everyone but me. I stood awkwardly at the edge, my arms crossed tightly as I tried to mask the rising panic in my chest.

Her call is an echo on the wind, a summons to battle that cannot be ignored. Beside her appears a pair of wolves, Aoron and Eta. They connect with the werewolves, seeking compatible partners amidst the pack. Together, they unleash a powerful howl and charge towards the Drider. They attack from all directions, their claws and teeth deadly weapons that tear and rend. Gradually, they manage to break all the Drider's legs, incapacitating it.

And if I did the former… Nah, I had to win. “All bikers ready?” The marshal asked. We revved our bikes in response. He waved down the flag, and stepped out of the way. I relaxed my hands on the handlebars and took off. The lane was far more smoother than the one at my former academy, and I wasn’t used to ‘getting things easy.’ I picked up speed, swerved down a sharp path, then burst out in the much wider lane. Marguerite wasn’t bluffing when she bragged about being a good biker. I could hear the sound of her Ninja’s engine far off from behind me. Qyler was being lazy as always, enjoying himself rather than aiming to win. The bastard was as good as I was otherwise.

He was just about to signal them to stop and find shelter when a flash of something in the distance caught his attention, and he skidded the bike to a stop, pulling off his helmet. ‘Can you guys see that?’ He asked those around him, pointing to where something was catching the sunshine glittering in the distance. ‘Fuck yeah.’ Martin, the Leader of another MC club, said, and Nathan, another Leader, nodded to, looking around, he could see they all saw it, and it could only be one thing, Morningstar’s compound. All thought of the heat disappeared as they sped towards their destination, the bikes coming together in a formation ready for attack. His next signal sent some of the Bikers to surround

The rider slammed on the brakes, the bike sliding sideways and coming to a stop just inches from my legs. He ripped his helmet off. He had dark hair, a jagged scar near his eyebrow, and a look of pure annoyance. His leather vest had a patch: IRON GRAVE MC. "You trying to die, Princess?" he barked. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the castle?" I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. In the distance, I saw the black SUVs. Edmund’s men. "Please," I choked out, grabbing his arm. "I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me."

He doubted, but he overlooked and silently indicated that her wolf would stay away from them, so a werewolf will face a werewolf and let's see who will win The Ardina wolf would like to fight him in this form to prove to him that he is not weak, but he is 00 percent sure that her body will be filled with serious injuries and once she returns she will lose her life immediately, so this form is a great weakness for them He backed away as soon as Mars attacked Darkle's wolf with malice and muffled it for a long time He stuck his fangs into the neck of Maine - Darkel's wolf - intending to rip his head off and get rid of it, but the clever move made him crash into the tree behind him

Narrow eyed I look closer and say; "You are right. This part tells the story of a massacred village. It happened during the night. See, here is where the sun comes up, and then everyone is dead with a naked man in the field." I see Dr. Cloe Addison's brows crease as she says; "Here is where people came together to find and kill it. They had spears, bows, and clubs. But none of them returned home." I think to myself, could this really be a werewolf? I murmur to myself and say; "Shit. This must be what the Tribe Elder was warning me about." Dr. Cloe Addison, asks concerned; "Sorry. Did you say something?" I hake my head and quickly respond;

[ YEAR -1991] THE WAR OF GEORGIA AND HER DISCIPLES WOLVES FIGHTING WITH NIGHT RIDERS AND VENOM Alpha Gregory howled and informed his pack to attack the night riders, as they were weak after the death of Georgia. The wolves were taking over as they attack the Night Riders by taking them down one by one. But Alpha was attacked from behind suddenly by someone as it dragged the Alpha making him choke. Luna cried while howling informing others, but it was too late. Alpha's body was taken. And it was the only, Venom. The cruelest creature living in form of a Night Rider. He was known for his devilish deed. He was merciless and stronger. Luna got angry as she finished off the remaining Night Riders

The light is so bright and the night air is so clear, that I can make out every last detail of the hunting party right down to the color of their eyes. I may not be in wolf form, but my wolf senses are as alert as ever. This is a fight I can win. Even six against one. But poor Jim doesn't know that. He looks terrified. I see the first two bikers. They are both big, burly men. I smell their anger and the scent of their aggression. The third biker is taller, with a wide belly, dark eyes, and dark hair. "Take the girl," a voice calls. The fourth biker says nothing.