Demon Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

‘If she’s not back here by nightfall, you two will be expelled from the Blue Moon Bikers and blacklisted from all other MC clubs. The two men looked at him in horror. They had been members since they were kids, barely out of high school, the MC was their lives, and they had given it everything. Maverick glared at them, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears he felt sure the whole club could hear it. The thought of his fragile, ethereal Mervon, alone and in danger from her father and Morningstar, made him feel sick. He ran his hands through his thick blue/black hair, his brain working overtime trying to think where she might have gone. ‘Fuck.’

she joked. “Like Hells Angels.” Emily nearly dropped a plate into the garbage can. “He’s in the Hells Angels?” “No…Dogs of Fire.” I faced her and grimaced. “Right? I can’t do this.” “Why can’t you do this?” “Because all I keep coming back to is that all I know about motorcycle clubs is what I’ve seen on television, and that’s pretty limited. I have no idea if he’s a criminal or if he kills people. He says the club’s clean, but I’m just not sure.” I shook my head. “Even saying that out loud makes me sound like an idiot.”

Desperation had its advantages. By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club. Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had. A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.

That wave of pain caused me to lose control of the delivery van, which in turn caused me to go over the cliff into a heavily wooded area of trees. Ok, so that much you know already. What you may not have figured out yet is that Boomer and Viper were amongst the bikers that surrounded me that day. They are part of a large —and growing— motorcycle club called the Howling Rogues. After I went off the cliff, they rescued me and brought me to their clubhouse where I was treated for my injuries.

I'm sure she's probably feeling overwhelmed by all the new faces, but she doesn't let it show. My uncle, Sam Donovan, sits down across from us. Sam is head of the Wild Riders Motorcycle Club. He runs the bar for their club and can be found there most nights. He's a retired law enforcement officer but likes to keep that under wraps for the most part. He said it would hurt his reputation if everyone knew. I know it's because he still works closely with the police. Being president of a biker club, he hears things, and most people let things slip the more they drink. He's got tattoos covering his arms, and on or off his bike, he looks like the badass biker he is. "So, Collins, when are you going

Cars and trucks move out of my way as if they can feel my rage. Other supernaturals in the area hole up at Gideon’s Bar when it floods, but my mood’s a little rough for that crowd. Instead, I head to the Demon’s Eye, a favorite biker bar my brothers and I frequent. I park my bike, swing my leg off the frame, and stride inside.

Cocking her brow Sophia turned and felt a slight pinch. "Tada, this was embedded in your spine," Atlas mumbled sourly, holding up what looked like an acupuncture needle. "That was in me!" Sophia gasped. She watched Atlas crush the object into dust. "You are safe for now, miss transporter," Atlas teased. Rolling her eyes skyward, Sophia told him she didn't feel anyone insert it. "Why is a needle called a demon mark?" She asked curiously. "It is a demon mark for death and you were tagged like an animal to be taken to slaughter. Not all marks are made by the teeth," he mumbled with a shudder.

Though she looked unsatisfied, she shook her head, "Give me five minutes." The doors closed and I busied myself with my phone. An email was there from Denis, my man who keeps an eye on every street of Washington. He spoke about incorporation of a motor bike club in Yakima, and that they were causing problems for the locals as well as the small clubs that shared a cut of their profits with me. He assured me he'll handle them. But I can already see myself standing face to face with the bitches and putting a bullet between their eyes. A smug grin made its way on my lips. I'll love killing them. My hands itch for the warmth of blood.

The way she says sir has by dick jumping and my dom side waking up. Speed After greeting the guys who followed Merigold outside to see me she took us inside to meet everyone else. I look around the club as I walk through and I got to say this was not what I expected for a motorcycle club hangout. I guess when Merigold told me about this motorcycle club I pictured drugs, grungy dirty bikers, and half-naked women. That is not what I see. First of all the place is spotless. There are two pool tables to my left, behind them are some booths along the wall. The room is large and open. Various pictures on the walls some that look like family portraits of the guys in the club. One looks like it was