Forsaken Motorcycle Club นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

"Atlas gave me a crooked smile, one I have to admit was sexy but not enough to make me forget my mission or his soulmate claim. "Shure, what would you like to drink?" He said as I pulled my hand out of his,the lost of my touch seem to irritate him. "Whiskey, neat." I say. "You definitely are my kind of she wolf." He said before turning and asking the bartender for two whisky. "Now is our chance." Said Sad. "I know I just need to find a way to get him outside, dragging him throw the entire club would be problematic not to mention suspicious." "Well that shoud be eazy,just tell him you wonna go outside.I have a feeling he will not leave you alone." Saf said, and I had a

" 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

"We need to get you home. You're burning up." We left the charity event, the night air chilling my wet clothes as we made our way back to my house. We agreed to keep the events at the lake to ourselves, an unspoken understanding that something deeply unnatural had transpired. Neither of us wanted to acknowledge the inhumane shadows lurking in the waters, the sinister pull they held over me.

I quickly supplied them with information. “Ok so he is a biker that’s good to know what does his patch look like?” The woman asked me. “His group is called the Devil’s Jesters. They have a big skull on the back with like a clown hat on the skull” I could see that as I started to explain the motorcycle club that this woman had some idea who she was dealing with.

"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."