Blood Eyes Biker Gang Novels & Stories

He was indeed nervous, nervous that one mistake from him could lead to his death. "What happened to the magistrate of that village?" questioned Zephyr, his eyes burning with anger. His eyes flickered between silver and red, the council members held their breath and prayed silently that his eyes won't completely change to silver cause once that happens, none of them were certain they will get out of the castle alive. "He...he was also killed by the wolves, my king," the brown-haired man answered. Zephyr's lips curled up into a sly smile, it's been so long since he had a battle and it seems like the witches would stop at nothing until they erase the existence of the werewolves and vampires. An

Her eyes were locked on the scene. Kane’s laughter cut through the fight, sharp and cruel. “You’re weak, Liam. Always have been.” “Better weak than a coward hiding in the dark,” Liam growled back. His voice was half human, half beast. They collided again, rolling across the clearing, their jaws snapping close to each other’s throats like they were about to take a bite from each other. Then, with a sudden surge, Liam slammed Kane against a tree opposite Alice’s hiding spot. The ground shook as her breath ceased. For a split second, Kane’s glowing eyes seemed to lock on hers.

Albert started. "No. Listen to me. All of you." I looked around at the assembled bikers. "For thirty years, my family has been the poison in both clubs. Ruby. Carol. Now Diane. My bloodline has caused more damage than any rival club or cartel ever could. So I am going to end it. Not by running. Not by dying. But by hunting down Diane and finishing this war my mother started when she tried to get my father to go legitimate." "That is suicide," Hammer said. "Diane has got professional resources, mob connections—"

As if my wince summoned the attention of the gang leader—notoriously known as Scar with the amount of scars decorating his scary face—his eyes met with mine. The fuck? "Nalayna Brooks?" My heart skipped a beat. The worst thing that can happen apart from being groped and being hit with a heavy glass is obviously when the scary motorcycle club president knows your full name and is looking you dead in the eyes. "And you are?" My traitorous mouth pushed me to death before my brain could even comprehend what I just said. I barely registered the gasps and murmurs in the background or Sue's worried face. "Ethan Brooks was involved in an accident. You—"

I dried my hands on a towel and walked to the window, telling myself I was being dramatic. Rain had started falling, big fat drops hitting the glass. The streetlights made everything look blurry and yellow. And then I saw it. Matte-black Harley, silver claw marks scratched into the tank exactly like the ones I just painted today. Exactly like the ones Knox put on my old bike when we were seventeen and stupid in love. The bike slowed down… circled once… twice… then rolled to a stop right in front of my building. My stomach dropped to my feet. The rider sat there for a second, rain pouring off his helmet. Then he reached up, pulled it off slow, and shook out wet black hair.

' We spent the night drinking and reminiscing, while our men spent their night enjoying the barflies, getting drunk and dancing to the band, but as the night sky turned from inky black to a beautiful myriad of dawn colours, more than a hundred Bikers were assembled in Gio's car park ready to ride. Juan and Miguel had also honoured their agreement with me, and as we headed for the confrontation, more and more Bikers joined us, and we made a formidable sight spread out riding down the highway. The road was empty, as we had called in favours to enable this, and it wasn't long before outriders had discovered where the FBI was hiding. I gave the signal for the men to surround it. Then, I ordered

I gulped nervously, clasping my mouth to muffle the whimpers, but ended up screaming seconds later, when the head in question rolled across, barely missing my foot. Babbz smacked his hand over my mouth from behind, turning us away from the body. I panted harshly, as my whole body trembled. I faced ahead trying to calm my racing heart and instead my eyes clashed with Jeffrey's, the crew leader. His menacing glare narrowed one, making me gulp uneasily. I lowered my gaze, but it landed on his hands, which were holding a blood-stained wire. I quickly snapped my gaze back to his face. He wore this sinister smirk, confirming he had just executed a well-thought murder, and the fire incident was all

She noticed Brenda stealing from the counter while the other server took some expensive drinks and began grooving at the music that was played on her phone. Her brows creased as she wondered why the clubhouse was a little empty. The bikers weren't around except the servers. When Brenda saw her, she rolled her eyes and whispered some words to the other server They stared at Amanda with disgust but all she did was ignore them . . After a while, the bikers returned from their bike race, looking all weary and sweaty. A loud roar and cheer pierced the Silence as they approached the clubhouse with smiles on their faces. So many girls clung onto Carl because he impressed everyone of them during the

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"