Devil Dogs Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

I asked. Max shrugged. “How the hell should I know?” I was surprised by his snappy tone. Before I could throw out a smart retort, a small uproar erupted in the party crowd. Looking out, I saw the Devils entering the party. They were all wearing black, their jackets, smoking, carrying their guns. They were led by Dexter who stood at the center of it, enjoying the attention on him. “Well, well, well, isn’t this something? Chadwick, how could you throw a party and not invite your old friend!” he said, addressing Mr. Chadwick.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

A webbed crack beginning to form at the glass edge of his world. The noise abruptly came to a halt and the stranger opened the car door. His body moved forward, but the claws of accusation reached out for his heels, gripping tightly so that all he could hear were the whispers that had started to socialize with the demons in his head. "Do you think…?" "No. He's just a kid." "Yeah, but he wouldn't be the first child to kill their own family. I mean look at him, he's freaky. Plus, a fire like that is insane, his mom was missing an arm for Christ’s sake…"

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

“Diavolo, how can you say she's alright? I know she's technically your staff so you wouldn't want to blow her horn too loudly, but that wasn't alright. I'd have to disagree with you. She was astounding. Unique. The highest of the highest.” The devil's eyes squinted as he tried to figure out who the man was. “Oh, forgive my manners. I'm Michael Maroon. A new member here at Pandemonium.” “Maroon? You're from the Maroon oil group?” “Heir apparent. It's an honour to meet you. I've heard a lot about Pandemonium, and so far, it has exceeded my expectations.” He stretched his hand, and Luca shook him firmly. These were the kind of nights he enjoyed the most.

Marly, the youngest of us defended and something tugged at my chest. “Hiss family paid off my family's debt to a notorious organ trafficker and offered me a job that got me here today.” Charlie hissed. “I feel so disgusted about you Maximum.” Straightening his shirt, he gawked and threw spit at his face before staggering into the arms of Anthony, his best friend in the group. Maximum wiped his face, his lips curled into a smirk. His remorse however earned him the sharp blade that went into his eyes. Once again, Ruben outdid himself..

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.

she asked, leaning forward in her seat. Steve turned toward her, his expression serious. "The Diablos," he began, his voice taking on a somber tone, "are a biker werewolf gang with no territory. They ride around terrorizing, killing, stealing, and sometimes smuggling illegal things throughout America." His words painted a vivid picture of lawlessness and danger. "They're also known as Demon wolves or Devil wolves. They sell their services to whoever can pay them, but they won't hesitate to betray or backstab if they get bored."