Booktok Bikers Novels & Stories

That’s when Amelia saw it. Tucked in the inside pocket was a small, old patch. The color was faded. But she could still see the design—a snake coiled up with its fangs showing. And in big letters underneath: COBRAS MC. Amelia’s blood ran cold. She had seen enough TV shows to know that motorcycle clubs were about land and fighting. And if Lily was carrying a rival club’s patch… "Lily," she said carefully. "Where did you get this?" The little girl’s face went white again. "I... I found it. I wasn't supposed to keep it, but..." She started breathing fast again.

And the first encounter was unforgettable. There's a bike parked in front of the mansion and I got on it. I was playing on the bike, suddenly someone pushed me off of the bike. I cried out and when I looked back, I first met Artemis. He's a twenty-four years old guy with a nastiest mind, deadly handsome face and figure and hot temper. From the beginning, he couldn't tolerate me at all. He wasn't happy that his father married my mother. But he wasn't like that toward my sister.

the other one yells in response. "Y'all better get the fuck away from my bar!" The bartender shouts as he comes out of the bar with his shotgun in hand. The bikers scramble to get atop their bikes, and after a few minutes of difficulty, the bikers finally roar to life on top of their motorcycles and speed off through the town, a truck with Skinner inside following them. Sebastian pulls me into an alley, and we wait until the motorcycles can no longer be heard.

I snapped looking around just then a gang of bikers approached all dressed in black leather jackets and black jeans. Is that my clue? I heaved a sigh of relief- "Brenda!!! Get back here!" Mama's voice boomed from behind me and I took off instantly, The bikers had their helmets on and I waved for them to stop. "Stop! Wait!" I yelled and the one in the center stopped. "Why the fuck did you take so long?!" I smacked his shoulder and mounted the bike wrapping my arms around his waist, his body was as hard as a rock packed with muscles and I wondered where Vidia got him from.

And his voice— His voice promised war. "Two days, and you'll see exactly how much those rules have changed." He turned. Sharp. Aggressive. And his wolves fell in behind him. The Beta hesitated. Just for a second. Like he was going to argue. But Shianne revved her bike. Loud. Pointed. And he moved. The bikers formed a loose escort. Not touching. Not threatening. But there. A wall of leather and chrome and barely-contained violence that made it very clear—

I scoffed, setting my glass down hard on the wood. "You wanted the girls dead, Julian. I gave that to you. Which specific biker gang took them is absolutely none of your business. Whatever extra details I find out during my missions do not concern your office. But..." I paused, holding his gaze. I leaned closer. “If you want to know so much, let me give you a free piece of advice... avoid angering the bikers in this region. Those people contribute heavily to the underground safety of this entire pack. Your royal toy security alone cannot make this territory safe for everyone to stay. Leave them be. Next?"

The other two bikers grabbed me by my arms and dragged me a few feet. I heard the bikers gag. Then suddenly I was free from their grasp. I steadied myself and turned to see the bikers dangling with their feet inches above the ground. Adrian had them by their necks, their faces turning purple as they struggled. He let them drop like sacks to the ground. “How dare you lay a finger on her.” Adrian’s voice was terrifying. His eyes glowed with rage. I could feel it rolling off of him. The bikers gasped for breath as they dragged themselves to get away from Adrian. Adrian picked up the leader and slammed him into the wall.

I climbed the bike with Nolan, wearing an helmet and holding his torso. We drove off into the night and we screamed out our lungs. Honestly getting to shout and ride a bike felt therapeutic for me, always reminded me of the younger days. “Once a biker, always a biker!” Cassian shouted loud enough for us to hear, amidst the wind. While we rode back home and having fun we came to a halt at a secluded spot. A group of bikers had blocked the road, they looked like gangsters. “Oh Cassian what have you done now,” I whispered underneath my breath.

"Package came for you today. Left it in your room." I nodded my thanks, settling Eli at a table with his coloring books. The other bikers treated him like a beloved nephew, indulging his endless questions and teaching him everything from poker to motorcycle maintenance. He was growing up surrounded by people who'd kill to protect him, even if they didn't know exactly what they were protecting him from.

I wasn’t about to hide it, not from him. “I was driving,” I began. “The bikers came out of nowhere. Surrounded us, opening fire. The car held, but I knew if they kept at it, eventually they’d find a weak point. I was ready to ram through them when—" I broke off, shaking my head. “When Mex calmly pulled a laptop from his bag. Michael did the same. They started typing, Daniel. Like it was rehearsed. And suddenly… every single one of those bastards fell.” Daniel blinked at me. Once...Twice. Then he laughed—a short, humourless sound. “You’re telling me my two seven-year-olds took down a gang of armed bikers… with laptops?”