Forsaken Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

“I’m part of your life, so let me be a part of it.” The hesitation remained in his eyes. He looked down to his wound and patched it up with butterfly strips. “Luca’s been dealing with traitors as well as an MC that’s been giving us trouble.” At the confused look on my face, he added, “Motorcycle club. They’re stronger in the south, especially Texas, New Mexico, and Florida, but chapters have been popping up around here. Luca asked me to see what the local chapter was up to. We captured one, a strong fighter. He got me with his knife.”

I knew of the damage done to our pack. And, Micah, as our pack Alpha, knowing who was responsible, should have been dealing with them. So, why had he not ensured their revenge? What made it worse, was the fact that they were not just a random band of rogues. This was a rogue camp. A rogue camp that Micah knew the location of. Which again brought into question why the fuck he was not doing more. Why the fuck had he not been in there and burnt the place to the fucking ground?

Before I could get results on my first F******k search, my phone started ringing. A call from an unknown caller. I hesitated to pick up the call, and before I made up my mind to answer it, the call ended. Then I sighed in relief. Again while on a F******k search, the unknown caller rang back. This time I didn't hesitate to respond to the call. Upon picking up the call, I was met by silence. Then I went first, "Hello.. who I'm I talk.." before I could finish my line, a male's voice intercepted, "It's Jack, I found your wallet and keys, just want to give them back."

You'll be his lovely little bride by tomorrow night. Lucian Blackwood. The name itself was enough to bring my heartbeat to a screeching halt. Of course, I knew, just like everybody else, that something or two was said about the Alpha of Silverfang: brutal, ruthless, and feared by everyone. Stories of ruling with an iron fist, taking what he wanted, destroying anything and everything in his path, still swirled in my head. I shook my head, drawing back from Darius. "No. No, I won't do it. You can't force me into this."

We would repeat the narrative until it felt like truth, real truth Ivy the cursed. Ivy the forsaken. The omega who returns and brings death and trouble Numbers would grow Doubt would spread. And when the time came - when we were no longer five, but fifteen… twenty… more ,-- Even red eyes would not be enough to stop us. If I cannot have the Alphas -- No one will. And this pack will remember who truly belongs.....

"A few days after you were born, Luca and April, the young woman you saw him with yesterday afternoon, were out of town on a hunting trip when the monthly court hosted by their clan went wrong. What began as a normal night for all of us ended horribly when fledgelings—they are newly sired vampires—attending the court went on a rampage and attacked everyone in sight. They hadn't fed for days, and they were in bloodlust. It took our coven, a powerful spell, the Star of Chaos and a virgin's blood to end the terror. But in the aftermath, Julian, Luca's brother, and several members of their clan were eternally bound to their cellar, forsaken to wither and perish—" "The forsaken," Cadence whispere

" Luke walks over to the large, round table in the middle of the room, sitting at a chair as the other men follow his lead. I look to Talon. He offers me a smile of reasurance as he grabs my hand and leads us to our own chairs. "I am just going to get straight to the point, Nikkia. Who are you and why are you here?" Luke looks at me with a blank face as he asks the questions. Freya growls, anger spilling into my own feelings. The men all look at me. "Me and my wolf do not take lightly to disrespect." I growl at Luke, trying to get my anger in control. I feel Talons hand rest on my thigh and i take a deep breath. "My name is NIkkia.." Leaving my last name out, i continue. "I am from the North

It had been a few days since the chilling encounter at the charity event by the lake. The events of that night had left me shaken, and I couldn't shake the feeling that a sinister force was closing in on me. The bracelet with its obsidian stones and the enigmatic connection to the Underworld had become a heavy burden I carried, and I found myself longing for a sense of normalcy.

"This is your fault. All of it. If you hadn't married my daughter—" "Someone would still be targeting the alliance," I interrupted. "This isn't about Lisa and me. This is about someone who doesn't want peace. Someone who profits from war." "The Nevada MC," Marcus said. "They've been pushing into our territory for months. They want control of the docks. The warehouses. Everything." "So they burn down your clubhouse to what? Intimidate you?" "To prove I'm weak. That I can't even protect my own house." Marcus's hands clenched into fists. "They're right. I am weak. I lost my daughter. I lost my clubhouse. I've lost everything."

Or that the wishing ribbons wouldn't work if he brought them away from the chapel grounds? I sat in the hospital bed anxiously while Hal played some mobile games next to me. While gaming, he said, "I was just wondering who it could be, daring to challenge me again. Turns out, it's Finnegan Churchill, the faker." Faker? Hal could tell that I was surprised without even having to look at me. "Don't you know? Apparently, he used to be the least favored son in his family and even turned blind afterward. "It was one of my dad's students who begged him to come out of retirement and save his eyesight through surgery. And guess what happened in the end? After he took over the Churchill family, he aba