Devil Dogs Motorcycle Club Novelas e Histórias

Louis and Leopold's horses stopped in front of the castle and Louis gasped when he saw the body. "What happened here?" Leopold asked Lydia. She briefed them on everything that happened and they yelled at her. "You shouldn't give her the letter!" They ran inside with that. "Isabelle, our little ray of sunshine. The only star that shines among others. Our daughter, we had the entire world when you were born. By the time this letter reaches you, we might have been laid to rest already. Angbotain will fall. It will fall at the hands of the Devil. We made a pact with Deira. They were bound to destroy us but we pleaded that they at least allowed us to put you in a safe place. Keep your enemies clo

She gave him the middle finger and went about her duties. Spike didn’t come to the clubhouse to check out 'Asses' especially the white 'Chic's' in short that flaunted their bodies here and there. He was here to carry out a mission. “Where the fuck is Khalil?” He hissed, muttering underneath his breath. His impatience grew as the clock ticked but spike knew that he had to be patient, very. His face contorted to that of disgust as he took sight of the figure ahead of him. “Bastard." He hissed.

Thus earning him the title of ‘Cheetah. As a result, there was no doubt who was going to be tonight’s champion. The members of the group were merely excited because of two reasons. First, ‘Cheetah’ was going to attend the event. Second, to know who will be gutsy enough to challenge him. I stared at the name ‘Cheetah’ on the screen and clicked on his profile. His profile picture was a black rose embedded in a skull. The picture was frightening as well as aesthetic to the eyes.

she joked. “Like Hells Angels.” Emily nearly dropped a plate into the garbage can. “He’s in the Hells Angels?” “No…Dogs of Fire.” I faced her and grimaced. “Right? I can’t do this.” “Why can’t you do this?” “Because all I keep coming back to is that all I know about motorcycle clubs is what I’ve seen on television, and that’s pretty limited. I have no idea if he’s a criminal or if he kills people. He says the club’s clean, but I’m just not sure.” I shook my head. “Even saying that out loud makes me sound like an idiot.”

The Deathbringers was a pack led by an incredibly powerful leader—Alpha Kane, but everyone called him the Devil Alpha. It was rumoured that his eyes were pitch black during transformation, a color that no Alpha had ever had. Some said he got it by making a deal with the devil while others claimed he was the devil. I agree with the latter. He had to be the devil, believing otherwise would mean that there was something worse than him out there. That in itself, was a more terrifying thought.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

The devil’s blood. He filled the doorway like a shadow, broad shoulders wrapped in a black suit, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar like he didn’t give a damn about the ceremony. His hair was dark, careless, his jaw shadowed by stubble. But it was his eyes that froze me, ice-blue, cold as death, cutting through me like they already owned me. He didn’t smile. He didn’t greet me. He didn’t offer condolences. He simply said, voice low and merciless. “The wedding goes on.” My blood turned to stone.

Chapter 4: The Glorious Lifestyle Of Steel Cowboys Room 42, Kings Canyon Motel, Roadside Motel, Unknown City, South Dakota.... Revving engines filled the surrounding air as "Brick" and his gang lined the parking lot and prepared to take off down the long and winding road in continuation of their journey and the party that seemed to never end whenever they were together. There were about nine of them hitting the road all together and each and everyone of them carried the blood of a beast inside their veins as they fuled up on cocain and alcohol while tearing through town after town reveling in the new found freedom their lifestyle had afforded them. Each member of The Howlers M.C wore a patch

Adom smiled as hell rained down upon the Angels. Most were able to summon protective power as in time, but not all. Some screamed as they burned and the Devil took a deep breath of satisfaction. There was a muffled sound beside him that had his eyes sliding over towards the vampire leader. Boss didn't appear as happy as the Devil had thought he'd be. "What ever is the matter?" he asked, his voice light and airy despite the scent of burning flesh that filled his lungs.

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*.