Chosen Souls Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

“It makes me feel loved.” “Sorry,” Miles muttered with a chuckle Jamal sighed and shook his head. “Okay, I will bite, what is the plan?” He asked as he took a seat. Miles went to the pizza boxes and opened one. I gave Jamal a file of pictures filled with four men sitting on expensive motorcycles. They all wore leather jackets with a black flame embedded boldly on the back of the jackets. “They call themselves the Son’s of Darkness, and they are involved in all sorts of vices from drugs, human trafficking to prostitution,” I began as I also gave Yulia and Miles their own files.

"I am not going to reject my mates. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever. I am choosing them. I am choosing them now and I will choose them every single day for the rest of my life, for however many years the goddess grants us. I will choose them before the pack, before politics, before tradition, before anyone's approval or disapproval. They are mine and I am theirs, and that's not changing. That's not negotiable." I looked at each of my mates in turn, seeing the pride and love and devotion shining clearly in their eyes, and I felt my heart swell with overwhelming emotion. "How we are going to move forward as a united pack, how we're going to structure this unprecedented situation, how we're g

I couldn't get anything and I cursed the fact that those traitors had that one advantage over me. And Dylan too, whatever in the name of Hades had made him choose a day like today to appear at the Night Riders pack? What kind of a point was he trying to prove? That we were indeed in cohort? Whatever kind of coincidence our appearance and situation seemed like, I was sure that I would kill him if I so much as set my eyes upon him at the point where I was.

“It’s come down to the Silver pack and Desert Moon pack.” “We still don’t know where our vote is going. Have you given it more thought?” Luna Rose asked. “Well… The Silver pack is a smaller pack and it isn’t well off, so it would be a burden financially for them if we vote to have them host the Ball. If we don’t have it there… we’ll have no other choice but to have Desert Moon pack host,” Alpha Joshua said. “Wouldn’t Desert Moon be the best choice then?” Mavy asked. “Is it safe?” Luna asked.

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

Calian spoke, revealing a deep and scruffy voice sending chills down my spine. “I release everyone to go about their normal duties. Everyone except my family, Ahiga, and Mako.” My father instructed. Mako was the second in command. He was also the best warrior in the tribe but was still unmarried. My father said it was because we had yet to have a woman who matched him. I think it was because he didn’t want him distracted.

and others followed. Sebastian took the microphone from Noah and asked me to step forward. As I walked to the podium, I felt the eyes of the pack members on me and I started to feel self-conscious. Sebastian noticed my expression and held my hands. He continued his speech. "I have found my mate after six years and I am grateful to the Moon Goddess for blessing me with someone like her," he said, looking at me with a smile. "I want you all to give her the respect you give to me and treat her as your Luna. Any form of rude behaviour will be dealt with," he concluded.

“This was fun while it lasted, but it was never going to be forever. It was always going to go this way, if things came down to you or the club. You knew this.” “The club?” Liam spat out. He’d never said one word against the Fallen Angels, the one-percenter motorcycle club that Ace was a member of, not in the whole year that he’d been with this man – but the time for reticence was over. Way fucking over. “The club that would make sure that you suffered a slow, painful death if they knew that you like men? The club that would shoot me between the eyes for being a fag?” His voice was dripping with sarcastic venom by now as he deliberately emphasized that hated, hateful word. “That club, Ace? T

And he grinned so hard, for a second, Aimee worried he might hurt himself. "I am setting the club structure with original members, so after you and Brax, I'm putting Mad dog and Sandman in as enforcers. Ratchet is the secretary, and Stud is the treasurer. I'll put Rogue in as road captain, but you will need to mentor him. He's still a bit wet behind the ears." Eric nodded, and agreed with the choices. After Aimee made a quick call to the rest of the club, they packed their gear, and settled down to rest. Both in agreement that they would begin the five day ride to Wild West first thing in the morning.

I explained to myself, as he rolls around the bed. Varien just smiles, as I sat next to him on the bed. He was laying down, looking at me, as I stare back at him. "Let's go home." I got up and grab everything precious from me. My parents, old friends, and forgotten memories of my mate. I quickly pick Varien up from my small bed. Tonight this is where we find our happy ending. *** "Well, this is it. The end of the pack territory. I just need to say the magic phrases." I whisper to him, and he hiccups.