Demon Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

“That’s AIDS! You’re harming someone’s life!” “I saw how your son disturbed others during the movie! He even stabbed someone with a needle! That’s really despicable, how could a child be this evil?”

“Just trying to figure out these goddamned… these gosh-darned cribs. They all look the same, you see.” Bianca Morgan stared at the three of them, even more taken aback than her daughter at what was standing in front of her. All three men were sporting tattoos and huge boots, they were all wearing matching leather vest things with patches that read ‘Road Devils’. She almost passed out when she realized that she was face-to-face with real, live motorcycle gang members. The urge to grab her daughter and run was pretty strong, but she didn’t want to piss them off. “You’re – you’re crib shopping?” Bianca asked them, aiming for terrified politeness. “For – for one of your babies?”

I was in my study room when Jose walked in, I had been expecting him. “How bad was it?” I asked immediately, as I couldn't recollect what had happened last night. Whenever Varköl takes over, I happen to black out with no memories of my actions afterwards. It was not usual for werewolves, especially Alphas. But I didn't have a regular wolf, I was born with a demon wolf. “Luckily, no one died. I mean, of course aside from the two omegas who were standing guard that you tore beyond recognition.” My face dropped. “I killed someone on the day of the festival and in the Host's pack, surely it's against the rules.”

His blood ran cold when everyone froze in place, Asha included Damian and Diamanté had suddenly appeared at their table as if the two chairs they were sitting in were there the whole time. “Well well well, look what Blood’s got going on here. You’re in heaven right now, aren’t you?” Damian asked though not expecting an answer. Diamanté went to run the back of his hand against Asha’s face, but Young growled out, “don’t you dare touch her.” Both demons eyed him and shared a troubling look. “The council sent us to see how your progress is going and imagine our surprise when we find you humaning around with your little doll,” Damon said.

As said by Maddox's father, there is really no way to get rid of them unless the ritual is complete. "Hey I found something interesting.Demons have an enhanced sense of smell and taste.They can sense the other souls, higher ranked demons can even force the evil souls for submission. Gray eyed demons belong from the highest rank and are the cruelest.But there's something more dangerous, two demons combined together can do massive destruction." Martha paused, her face pale as she looked up at me. "You said the Lycan Kingdom had a demon trapped and and.. our Alpha also has a demon which means both together in one place"

"The gammas caught him wandering at the edge of the woods. I believe he was trying to spy on our activities. He has no mark," Maverick, Denzel's only brother and his Beta, reported. "A rogue?" Denzel asked, his jaw ticking as darkness settled over his expression. "Not just any rogue. He is a member of the Blood Demons. We couldn't get him to say any more than that." The Blood Demons consisted of rogue werewolves, who came together two years ago to form a pack separate from the twelve established packs of West Volken.

“Lord! Please run away! Demons are attacking! “Demons are supposed to be at the borders, how the hell are they attacking us!” Panic Gautbert reached out from below the seat of the carriage revealing a foreign looking black slender steel with a handle. As Gautbert opened the carriage door and aimed at the demon who's attacking one of his guards , a loud blast resonated as he pulled the trigger. It was an illegal weapon in the kingdom.

It wouldn't stop human trafficking in general, but he was going to stop this bastard if he could. Hans looked to Dimitri. "Guess that's that. Where can we find him? You mentioned the club he gets into?" "It's called the Black Diamond Bar, but it's not a bar." Dimitri flashed a rueful smile. "It's a BDSM club." "You ever go there?" Royce asked him. "We need someone who's familiar with the territory." Dimitri stroked his chin. "A few times, but they tend to prefer sadists, and that's never been my thing."

"Only the ones that can hear me judge me silently. Builds character." We turn a corner and hit the garage. The smell of oil and rubber slams into me. Rows of motorcycles gleam under fluorescent strips, some half-disassembled, others polished to a mirror finish. A couple guys in coveralls glance up, nod at Rook, then go back to whatever they're wrenching on. "This is where the magic happens," Rook says. "Or at least where the magic gets new spark plugs. Damon's bike is the black one in the corner. Don't sit on it unless you want to be chased through three states."

Not that I gave a fuck what that old man thought, but I didn’t need him getting in my way now, especially when Theron was already pacing inside me, ready to rip apart everything in our path. Finally, I reached the club, and I wasn’t surprised by the sight that met me—dozens and dozens of motorcycles were parked outside in crooked lines, their engines still warm, and the air was heavy with the smell of smoke, sweat, and gasoline, meaning my men were here already. The Vipers MC Clearly Kingston had gotten the message earlier and had rounded them up pretty fast. I stormed into the empty club, my boots slamming the sticky floor where broken bottles and glass were scattered about. The place reeke