Chosen Souls Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

“That’s bullshit, Azazel. You said you’d serve the Council. Are you taking back your oath?” Exhaling angrily, I clench my teeth. Mathias is right. When Mikhail was acquitted by the council for not killing the high school boy, and Lukan was found guilty in his stead— I promised to help the council any way I could. I figured it was a good way to protect my friends. “You know that I am not going back on my bloody oath Mathias. What do you want me to do?” He reaches for the folder underneath the bills and slides it towards me. “Sahara owns a gladiator club downtown that is supposed to be designed to look like the Colosseum. However, her money comes from a fighting arena that she runs in the club

“Oh really how is that possible sense I’ve already fucked her mate. It’s okay Luna he’s a pretty good fuck I’m sure you’ll be satisfied with the sloppy seconds.” “Madison, you can keep your tainted Alpha and fuck him all you want. I Luna Gemma Rose Killian, reject Alpha William Keen of the Midnight Crescent Pack as my fated mate. I hereby choose Wesley Keen as my chosen mate and my second in command, with the powers given to the both of us by the Moon Goddess she hereby blesses our wolves with a special link unbreakable by anyone but the Moon Goddess herself.” He closes the footage so enraged that everyone around him is cowing baring the necks, and he glares at Madison ready to spill blood.

He said with a gentle smile on his face and somehow those words and that smile enlightened a feeling in their hearts that they were unable to describe. "For our Sect, For our Master," Marco said, taking out his sword from its scabbard and raising it in the air followed by the other three. All of the disciples were wearing their sect's uniform while those from clans had a small flag of their clan wrapped around their upper right arm. The exact place where the soulmate mark will be engraved. This action symbolizes the love they have for their clans is more than the love they will have for their soul mates. The four disciples bowed at their Master one last time before rushing to the barrier whe

Krystie POV Joker’s arm wraps around me, his presence as steady as ever, guiding me inside the clubhouse. The minute we step through the doors, it feels like the air shifts—thick with the smell of alcohol, leather, and smoke. It’s loud, rowdy, and everything I imagined a motorcycle club would be, but somehow it still catches me off guard. People turn to look at us, their eyes curious and lingering on me. I’ve never been in a place like this before, and I can feel the weight of their stares. But with Joker by my side, I feel a strange sense of security.

“Yeah?” “Hell, yeah,” Aidan said, his golden eyes as warm and bright as a sunrise. “So, here it is, OK? Ace Cuddy, VP of The Fallen Angels motorcycle club, is gay.”

she asked, hoping to sound casual. Axel, with his eyes on the road, gave a short nod. “Blaze will be at the shop most of the day. Jace might stop by the MC and pick you up later. I have a studio session for my playlist.” She nodded, then hesitated. “I want to join the motorcycle club.” Axel laughed immediately, a laughter deep and rough. “What?” “I’m serious,” she said, folding her arms. “Why not? I’m eighteen. I can make my own choices. And you guys promised to introduce them to me.”

Venom ~ The gun shipment we had confiscated from Slate’s house were turned over to Captain Max.. useless.. but returned. I had ordered the club to be ready for our move.. luckily, I would just be incorporating this property into the Blood Moon territory. Essentially.. the pack no longer exists. We will remain a motorcycle club.. of wolves… and the pack members that existed.. that were left.. were mostly women and children. Some elders.. the warriors all perished. They all swore fealty.. and it’s now pretty much a done deal.

We were a total of thirty-one assassins including the master - that's what he called himself - we were more than that in the beginning but with time, a lot gave up or were killed during operations and that's saying something about the rest of us that we were really good. My life was on a schedule that was directed by the master. He wasn't against relationships between mates as long as it didn't affect the job we were assigned to and that was why I allowed myself to become a close partner with Audrey. I wouldn't call us friends, I was reputed to be a cold-hearted being with no emotions so how could I have friends? I cared for her and she was the only thing I allowed myself to indulge on till

The grand chamber beneath the Midnight Club’s hidden headquarters was unlike anything I had ever seen. It was a vast circular hall carved from black marble and illuminated by thousands of floating crimson orbs. In the center stood an enormous ritual platform surrounded by twelve golden thrones. Every major figure from my journey was present. Damien Sinclair. Professor Elias Voss. King Leopold (somehow alive and chained). The High Priest Kane from the Cult. The Shadow Council. The warlords from the wasteland.

He pressed a kiss on her forehead. "I was in a club tonight. A gentlemen's club and a nightclub." She stiffened and tried to move away. He tightened his arms around her and held her closer. "Wait, sweet. Just listen," she slumped back on his hard frame. "Thank you. The nightclub was for the information we needed. And no. I didn't encourage any woman because I have you and I intend to be faithful to you. The lipstick was from the lady who tried to preposition me. I declined. As for what I was doing before that, the reason I had to leave you," he paused, trying to gather his thoughts. "I am a member of a very exclusive club. You've met the rest of the members earlier. EJ is Baron Huntley. Luci