Demon Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

“Other motorcycle clubs that they’ve worked with in the past. Criminal circles that they did dirty work for. Road Devils members who hate the law, the police, the government, and who took great delight in running counter to all of those things. Wolf Connor’s decision to break ties with most other MC’s – the one-percenters ones for sure – and to end the illegal activities contracts, and to tell his guys that he’s the President, and this is the direction that he’s taking the club, have all caused some serious waves.” “So… even if Wolf has taken the club legit, your brother is still in danger?” “Yes, especially now. The Devils are vulnerable to attacks, to inner rebellion and dissent, to retrib

She needed something to work out halfway good for once instead of all the gloom and doom. "Can you cover my shift for me tonight? I've got a little bit of an emergency with my brother, and I'm gonna need a few hours." Denise bit her lip. She had heard rumblings about Roni's brother. Word around town had it that he was part of a major outlaw biker gang called the Heaven Hill Motorcycle Club. Whatever Roni would be doing to help her brother would probably be illegal. Would that make Denise an accomplice? "Would it make you a what?" Roni asked as Denise stood frozen with the phone to her ear.

I was able to hang with her and her best friend, Lyla, whom I adored the moment I met the loud mouth, hilarious country girl. After the spa day, Candice invited us to hang out with her boyfriend and his friends. Little did I know, her 'boyfriend and his friends' consisted of a fucking MC. The Nightmare Warriors are a local motorcycle club and after hanging out with them for a few hours, the fucking most awesome group of men this side of the Mississippi.

She's in full mother tiger mode. The talk with Linc goes as well as I expected. It ends with me sitting in the living room with my head back trying to keep my bloody nose from making a mess. I refused to defend myself because I completely understand his anger. Beth, the baby, and Shelby are next door. They'll stay on Shelby's side of the duplex until Dax arrives. Dax is another thing my brother's angry about. Dax is the president of Desert Crows, an outlaw motorcycle club in Arizona. They have close ties with Moon's organization but it's not widely known. If Gimonde gets anywhere near the Crows' compound, Dax and his men will defend their territory to the death.

There's no way Asher would be participating in this tournament. I checked the list before I came, his club's name wasn't here. When the bikers walked past me, none of them acted like they didn't recognize me. Or maybe they actually didn't. Who remembers a girl who had been humiliated five years ago? I read their color which was printed on the back of their jackets. “Second Dawn Motorcycle Club” They aren't M Springs Motorcycle club, not the same one as Asher's. The soft thudding of feet landing on the floor made me snap my gaze back to the van. Though soft, I could hear it above the voices and whispers in the area. My eyes blinked when I saw Asher step down.

I decided to get a drink out of boredom before entering another dull sex session. The Red Inferno was the 'IT' club for demons. It was crowded, like always, and lit with red lights. The many demons with humans having them as pets or sex slaves sat in the u-shaped booths feeding off of them or fucking them. The music played as some demons danced with others on the large dance floor near the back of the club.

They showed up in two hours. Twelve riders, all dressed in capes-once white, and now smeared in dirt. Three Punishers with their heads shaven, the same look of obsession on their faces, flashes of light in their auras. That was not good at all. Darkness dissolves matter, and light burns it all. A normal person is balanced, but these... But who am I to say that? Demons are parts of darkness, and sooner or later, it will claim me, unless I manage to remain human.

he said, adding more to her headache. "What do you mean by 'what type'?" she asked, her voice rigid and stable this time. "There are five types of demons, Esteria," he said, calling her name for the first time. "Fi...ve," she stammered. "Yes, there are fire demons, water demons, earth demons, air demons, and thunder demons. Each demon clan has its own god, and yes, I am the Demon God of Thunder," he said with a hint of a smile on his lips.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.