Demon Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

He clocked the man’s short, dark hair, tattooed forearms, and – oh, joy of all joys – the Road Devils motorcycle club patch on his leather cut. Claire’s neighbor is a goddamn MC member. Awesome. To be totally fair, though, if Griff had to go and deal with an MC – motorcycle club – guy, he’d choose one from The Road Devils in a heartbeat. The current club President, Wolf Connor, had spent the past year or so busting his ass to extract the MC from shady activities and from what Griff had heard, Connor had succeeded. He’d severed all ties with Kirk Jensen, Denver’s shittiest, sleaziest piece of sleazy shit, a guy who was into drugs, prostitution, sex trafficking, rape and murder. It had been a

Only bad things bring everyone together—like death. Every time a biker dies, they all return to lay him to rest. Even the retired ones. Even those who’ve walked away. As for the Sons of Chaos MC, I don’t know much about them,just that they’re the richest biker group across the states. They own more businesses than any other MC, and they’re also the most populated. I’ve seen them fill up an entire bar before, and I once overheard Daisy and Matt saying that wasn’t even half of their members.

I took my seat close to him but not too close in case I needed to escape a sudden attack from him. Damian suddenly clapped his hand and out of nowhere about six beautiful human ladies came out and they were all completely naked. Oh my! What is this?

Damian’s mouth went dry, and he nodded slowly with his eyes flicking between the road and the men around him. He kept his speed steady, falling in line behind the two bikes leading the way. The ones on his sides stayed close, boxing him in. The rider behind stayed just far enough back to block any chance of turning around. Damian’s thoughts raced. At first, he told himself they had to be guys from his club, the Dead Revenants, maybe pulling some weird prank or testing him. But their jackets weren’t right. Then he wondered if they were from the Hellfangs MC, but as he looked closer, he saw the colors were different, and the symbol on their backs wasn’t one he knew.

Claude taps the empty teacup on the table and stares at the boy. Arlen bit his tongue in dismay, his gaze falling on the table when he felt his Uncle's eyes peer through his soul. He clenched his hands, keeping them tucked in his knees. Suddenly it became clear that he had been found out. "Uncle, I'm..." "Following him around, using dark magic on him. I know you were at the lake that day; what were you thinking?" Claude stressed. Although he was upset, he refrained from yelling. "Naturally, you wish to make friends, Arlen, but a Beaumont is the last person you should think of befriending. When the darkness hit, Damaris suffered a great loss. One death they never saw coming was that of the Qu

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

Mia waited for a long time in a standing position before she finally heard the sound of a loud motorbike approaching her, making Mia become anxious for a moment. She glanced at the collection of Harley that were stacked with the group forming a neat line on the street. At the front of the line was a man with black glasses with a helmet on his head and a leather jacket bearing the Hades emblem, uniform with a whole line of men in the back. Seeing the gathering of motorbike club, Mia’s chest rumbled with fear. She had been in a group of men like that before back in the Red Cage, but then Jaxon was with her, and now Mia was alone.

She was lost in her world admiring him. "Hey, are you okay? " He said, waving his left hand over her face. "His name is Sinclear. He is one of the top mafias in the club. His opponent is Sinful who you know as Eric. Do well not to get on his wrong side. If possible do not let him know you are from Eric. He is very dangerous. In fact I don't know who's is more dangerous between the both of them. The club is even dangerous for you, the fact that you are from Eric" the bar attendant whispered to her.

Her bloodline gives us extra abilities, my mom can heal and I, well, I catch fire when I'm mad and I have a temper just as hot. Hence the nickname the Demon Alpha. We don't know a lot about our kind because our people were slaughtered to near extinction just around my mother's birth by a freaking vampire king and his witch mate who found a way to use our blood to make themselves stronger. The reason they call me the Demon Alpha is because the witch that kidnapped me and my mom called me a Demon wolf and later found out that there was one with similar powers as me before but there wasn't much information about it. Our history was wiped clean.

“And Crow.” Penny paused as she looked around at all of them, while feeling doubtful about these being their real names. “They have some unusual names.” Kizzy laughed. “They’re an MC.” Penny stared at her. “A what?” “An MC, lady,” the one called Greer stated. “Motorcycle club. You know. Bikers?” Her eyes rounded. “Why would Williams be with…” She shook her head. “Ok, well, I know of the man with the scar. Man, do I know of him. He’s the worst of the lot from what I understand.”