Demon Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

The Informant was intimidated by his tone and said hoarsely, “The Dark Demon Sect is a demonic sect that entrenched themselves near Sunpass City. Their disciples are mostly skilled in demonic arts. “As for the location, it’s about fifty kilometers northwest of Sunpass City in a place called the Dark Demon Mountain. The Dark Demon Sect is located on that mountain. That’s all I know.” The Informant knew that Andrius was angry and revealed all the information he knew. “Dark Demon Mountain, Dark Demon Sect...” Andrius muttered coldly, then said to Quincey, “Ms. Monroe, let’s set off now.” “Okay.” With that, the two immediately headed toward the Dark Demon Sect. Along the way... “Ms. Monroe! I’ve

"I was afraid you wouldn't stay with me if you knew. Not many guys would." Before he can respond a group of bikers come through the outside door. Jess froze and went pale. It's the Hell's Demons MC. In walks Sarge, Reaper, Ryder, Cross, Diesel, Dragon, and Blade. Jess and the rest of them stand up to meet the Hell's Demons. Jess goes to Sarge her dad and he wraps her in a hug. "Daddy" Jess sighed. "Princess." Sarge replied. Yes, that's right. She's a real MC princess to one of the biggest MC around. They have charters all over the world. Her dad's charter has close to a hundred men. Reaper tries to hug her when her dad releases her, and she shoves him away.

"Remnants of Reeves's network. People we thought were gone. They have been hiding. Waiting. Planning. They knew Garrett helped you. Knew he was—family. So they took him. To hurt you. To punish everyone who stood with you against them." Damien was already moving. Weapons. Gear. Preparation. "Where is his body?" "Nevada. Desert. They dumped him where he would not be found for days. But another biker found him. Called it in. Cascade is mobilizing. Sixty brothers. Riding tonight. To claim his body. To honor him. To—hunt the people who did this." "We go with them," Damien said. Not asking. Stating. "No." Lucas stood. "This is MC business. Club business. You are not members. You cannot—"

Anyone from his Sommerset clan or his other clans in his pack who lived behind his big house. The club where I worked practically filled in with Antara’s pack. At least half of the total occupancy in the club was occupied by Antara’s pack. The demon who owned the club knew exactly why his club was always full. It was because of Antara’s pack, the richest in Liberty City always hung around in the club. The demon knew exactly that I was the reason the club was alive thus he didn’t want to disturb me or he would have to face the whole Antara’s pack that consisted of many strong clans.

No employer will turn me down! "I understand that. I would never think of keeping you away from your mate. It's just we have to be careful. The boy is obviously supernatural like us. It's crucial to not be too bold," says the dad. Something about what he just said catches my attention. Mate? I think they mentioned that phrase several times, and I'm certain there's something being indicated ehre that I'm only now catching up on. Of course, I'm smart, so I'm probably ahead of anybody else if they've been in a situation like this. I've heard about mates. They were a prime aspect of...What was it? Demons? No not demons. Then it hits me.

“Satan’s Bar. We own it.” “We?” “The Road Devils.” “Are what are you?” She thought about the men’s names, the matching vests, the gun, the tattoos. “Are you a – a biker gang?” “You mean, are we a motorcycle club as seen on prime time TV and in Hollywood movies?” She nodded. “Yes and no.” He sighed. “We are indeed an MC but we aren’t criminals.” “You aren’t?” “Well…” A strange look crossed his face, then he seemed to snap back to himself. “Yeah. I mean, no, we’re not criminals.”

"You stay in the back, you stay surrounded by our guys, and the second the service is over, you're gone. Understood?" "Understood," I whispered. "We leave in ten," Tank said after Marco hung up. "And Em? Whatever happens down there, you do exactly what I say. No arguments." I nodded, not trusting my voice. The cemetery was already packed when we arrived. Hundreds of motorcycles lined the access road in a river of chrome and leather. Iron Serpents, Devil's Disciples, Mongrels, Lawless Kings, clubs from across three states had come to pay their respects to Vincent Romano.

You see lights ahead, low buildings, neon signs, rows of gleaming motorcycles. A large sign over the entrance: IRON WOLVES MC They pull into the lot and kill the engines. Viktor helps you off the bike, hia big hands steady on your waist. You look around. Men and women in leather. Laughter. Music thumping from inside. A biker club. Viktor glances down at you. “You good?” You nod, still clutching his jacket around you like armor. “Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you dry.”

Realization struck her, bending down Mia dragged her mom, crying and shouting. The betrayal stung Mia like a thousand needles piercing her heart. How could her father, the man who had raised her, protected her, and taught her right from wrong, be the one to turn against her now that she needed him the most? Was he also possessed? Was the demon using him as well to take control? Is the demon targeting wolf pack leaders so he can take control of all the wolf clans? Thoughts ran through Mia's mind as she held her mom on the ground.

“Seems like you’re forgetting the impact of the Allister brothers. One click of their fingers, and they could have everyone on the battlefield asleep. Theo overheard Ryker’s conversation with Ozark. Guess the new enemy I have made without ever meeting this said person in my life?” Rozol’s face twisted into a frown. “A lair leader?” I knew why he said that. It wasn’t unheard of that demons started fights amongst themselves for little to no reason. I chuckled bitterly. If only my problem were that easy. “Even better. Draven. Wanna know the icing on my already fucked up cake? The Brothers of Doom are alive.” I picked up a whiskey bottle from my desk, unscrewing the cap before tipping the bottle