Demon Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

the demon ended arrogantly in the name of Bael, the old bone, full of delusions that he could restrain Satan. Satan didn’t say a word, only his blow landed on the demon’s head, crushing one of his sides, but not enough to kill him. The demon was forced to try to use his power as quickly as possible. He knew that Bael had taken away Satan’s power and that his power would not work in this realm, but he realized that if Satan’s blow struck him again, he would be finished.

The guards who I sent the message came so fast that I thought he ran to the demon alpha. "Come with me ma'am" he said. ********* Damion I couldn't sleep, I've become so aggrieved and everyday I couldn't stop planning how I would bring the down the demon alpha. It's not only about Jessy and about my father that he killed but it's all about restoring the glory and dignity of our pack. Because of what happened to me I became a mockery. All the packs around heard of it and I was tagged a dummy. I was so angry that if I hadn't had to discipline myself I would have called for war. I wasn't even so angry at any of them because it's not their fault but the fault of the one who humilated me. I've bec

“Why won’t you come with me, to the hospital.” “No. I’m never going there. Everyone will see me.” He went silent since I sounded so desperate about staying away from people. “There is a demon inside me, Zeke. I can’t stay with people. I am a danger,” I continued feeling my tears falling down from my eyes. It hurts me thinking about my situation but I can’t do anything about it. Finally, he is done tying all my limbs and I can no longer move that much. “I will help you get rid of your demon,” he uttered.

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

Ricochet proceeded with the announcements, “we have Mad Dog, the President of the Hellhounds Motorcycle Club.” Raucous cheers erupted through the underground arena and charged the air. The bloodthirsty crowd all wanted to see some guts spilled, no matter whose they were. “And in the left corner, from the mountain range of Forest Hills, we have the son of Razor, and member of the Roughnecks Motorcycle Club, Kian Jones!” The name didn’t seem to fit the raging demon inside me. It felt as if Kian Jones was some guy I knew from another lifetime.

I can sense it, just like everyone in this bar can. Demons like Zodiac aren’t around much anymore, thanks to the Alpha of Stormfire and his distrust of them. All I know about Zodiac is that he has black hair, pointy demon ears, soulless blue eyes, and that he can be trusted. “Demon bars were never interesting to me. Too many demons, too many desperate humans or wolves looking for long-lost magic,” I respond, wrapping my hand around my tumbler. “I prefer nightclubs. They’re about sex and death. Nothing desperate to be found when you can get what you want there.”

For one awful second, she saw only leather, then the cut shifted beneath her hand. And there, stitched across the front of his vest in heavy block letters, were the words that made her entire past rise up like a corpse from shallow ground: HIGHWAY HELLIONS MC UTAH. Nala stared at the patch, her breath leaving her body in one slow, terrible exhale. A motorcycle club. Of course. Of fucking course.

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.”

Bhuvi asked when Glara's office door closed. Tommy took out a black folder and handed it to Bhuvi. Bhuvi then opened the folder and read each page of Tommy's report. "They are active members of a motorcycle club that often causes trouble. Some of them have been suspects in cases of vandalism of state assets, drug use, rape, and robbery. The worst was when they were involved in a murder case during a motorbike club leadership transition." Bhuvi nodded as she listened to Tommy's explanation. "What about these photos?"

“Hey—” I freeze when I see her eyes. Pure fear. “Where did you run into the Princes of Sin MC?” she asks. So I was right. A motorcycle club. I glance at the shredded paper and hiss. “That took me ages to sketch. His brother, Damien, is their…” I frown, remembering the way Ernest and Jude addressed him. “Their president.” Her breath catches. “Don’t tell me he’s—” “The Reaper?” She grabs my shoulders and shoves me back against the wall. I gasp. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”