Emblem Harley Hyper Novels & Stories

"How do you know I have the La Voiture Noire and the Valkyrie in my garage?" His presence was so overwhelming that most people would have been trembling under his glare. But Elara had lived with him for years—his oppressive aura had long since lost its effect on her. "A man capable of building a car like Black Hole must be a true car enthusiast. It wasn't hard to guess that these two high-performance hypercars would be in your collection. Mr. Fisher, are you willing to part with them?" Luna's explanation sounded reasonable—as a professional racer, she could easily deduce what kind of cars a man like Harvey would own.

I muttered under my breath as I removed my helmet and took in the sheer number of bikes. “Impressive, isn’t it?” Nicholas asked, brushing a strand of messy dark hair out of his eyes as he removed his own helmet. “I suppose,” I replied. Although if I was being honest, I felt a little out of my element. Before I could protest, Nicholas grabbed my hand and began to lead the way, weaving through the crowd with ease. “Check this out,” he said, stopping beside a vintage Harley. “They only made a limited number of these in the ’50s.”

Because of the scarring, Tank had to go over that spot more than once. Now is the time for the big reveal. We start with Speed since she isn’t covered yet. Even Damon gets up “ Mind if I have a look?” he asks. Brick nods and Damon looks over. “ Damn, that is awesome. Merigold’s work?” he asks. Speed answers “ The one and only.” I take my phone out and take a picture so I can show Speed. Merigold did a great job on it. It is the Reckless Renegades seal. Inside the seal is a car like Frank with a white rabbit sitting on the hood. The handles of the guns look like they are made of bricks. At the top of the seal is a mirrored R and at the bottom says ‘Property of Brick and Gretchen’. All of us a

The cool afternoon breeze swept my curly hair into my face. A group of seniors were playing football nearby. I sat alone, headphones on my ears, staring at the face I had sketched in my sketchbook five years ago. A face I liked to stare at to fuel my anger and hatred for people.

Harley looked exhausted and pale, but the steady rhythm of her breathing was promising. And that was all that mattered! I was trying to remember the medicines I took after my first shift when Lucian’s stunned cry resonated in the room. “What is that?” My gaze snapped toward him, and I saw him pointing toward Harley, his finger trembling. I followed his finger and froze for a moment. A glowing mark bloomed briefly on Harley’s forehead, a radiant red phoenix-shaped flower, pulsing with ancient power. It shimmered for a few seconds before fading completely, leaving her skin smooth and unmarked.

I nod in acknowledgement. “Thanks, Greta. See you tomorrow.” I say as I strap on my helmet and start up my custom painted hot pink and purple Ducati Superleggera V4. I was lucky as fuck to get one of the last produced models and it is the only expensive indulgence I have ever had.

Christian We waited a few seconds, until Rose put on her gloves, grabbed one of the saddlebags to help me, and then we headed to the parking lot. " You don't wear this jacket often," Rose commented standing beside me as I was lowered onto the side of the Harley, attaching the side saddlebags after securing the larger one to the support behind the backrest. I was wearing the Wandering Falcons jacket, the same one I had worn on Halloween, it had the biker club symbol on the back and front, on the left side was embroidered C. Davis.

It should be desert camouflage, but Hailie has sprayed it with…a dazzling, pearlescent "Barbie pink." On the side of the vehicle, her signature, "Hailie," is displayed in huge, sparkling rhinestones. A huge, fluffy Hello Kitty doll hung from the front bumper. The four wheels were plated in a tacky rose gold. “My ‘Pink Hellfire’!” Hailey proudly spread her arms, as if introducing her masterpiece. “I originally wanted to buy a motorhome… but that arms dealer insisted this one was safe! Bulletproof, blast-proof, zombie-proof! I spent fifty million dollars modifying it! The interior is all Italian lambskin! And a starry sky headliner!”

“Youre coming up with these shit right ?” “Don’t joke about this!” Harley’s voice cracked, her hands balling into fists at her sides as she rambled on excitedly. “This isn’t just some tattoo. It’s a brand. It binds you to the moon goddess. You could literally say you are a god on earth. Do you understand what this means? If you step foot in Fate Pack territory with this mark on your skin, half the wolves will try to kill you, and the other half will fall at your feet—” Her voice broke off, the implication hanging heavy.

They turned abruptly, their focus shifting towards the approaching motorcycles, the growl of engines vibrating through the ground. My breath caught in my throat as I peered through the darkness of the flames and burnt charred recognizing the men who rode towards us. The leather jackets, the snarling logos emblazoned across their vests—they did not belong to the Demented Devils. They represented a rival gang, one that reeked of danger and chaos. An ominous sense of foreboding settled over me; the air crackled with tension. Their logo featured hornets intertwined with flames—the emblem of the Chaos Hornets.