Forsaken Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

“Emily! How could you do this? You’re supposed to mate with a warrior from Conecuh Forest! You have ruined my plans!” “WHAT?!?!” I yelled. “What do you mean I was supposed to mate with a Conecuh Forest warrior? Why would I do that instead of waiting for my fated mate and why would you decide this without ever mentioning it to me?” I replied. I was fucking angry now. I had no idea what my dad was talking about or what my mom’s problem was. This was excessive, even for them. “Just pack your things and leave. I, Alpha Adam Lyons, forever banish you, Emily Charlene Lyons from the Blue Moon pack. If you return back to Blue Moon land, you will be placed in the cells until execution.”

“I haven’t been your Alpha for very long, but I promise you this. We will get stronger together. Word will spread about today’s decimation of Alpha Felix’s pack and the other packs will learn that our pack isn’t so easy to defeat. Our pack members will not die in vain. Their legacy will live on through us, through our commitment to getting stronger so this will never happen again.” I offer an opportunity for people to come forward and say something about our fallen pack members. I’m pleasantly surprised when several people come up to say how much they will miss someone or how much someone brightened their day. When everyone who wants to speak has had a chance, the sun has set and the moon is

Mara asks as she gets up from her crouching stance and moves to my dresser where I see a tray of hot steaming tea. Nodding, I accept the cup of tea when she brings it to me, still shaken by the nightmare. “So we need to get you dressed for the ceremony,” I hear her say and her words jolt me. It's finally here—the day I bond with Kael Blackthorne, Alpha of the Shadowfang Pack and my mate. It's my Mate-Bond Ceremony. I gulp my tea and finish it in second, flinging my legs over the side of the bed as I stretch.

the older boy asks, guarded as ever. “Of course, unless there is somewhere else you’d like to go,” I reply. “We’ll make arrangements for you, whatever you decide.” The older boy hesitates a moment, looking around the crowded temple. He takes my hand and nods stiffly. The younger boy grabs hold of Rafe’s arm and we lead them up the stairs to make their statement. “My name is Erick Stormclaw and this is my little brother Marco,” the older boy announces with a steady voice. “Our parents were part of the Reinclaw pack before it was disbanded. They raised us in a rogue colony but died during a failed raid.”

His arm stretched out slightly, pushing me back. “Get behind me,” he commanded, not even looking at me as he said it. His eyes were fixed on the strangers ahead. The riders dismounted in one smooth motion. When they removed their helmets, our eyes widened at the same time. They weren’t random travelers. They were members of The Celestial Wolves Council. My breath got stuck in my throat. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. I just stared. Meanwhile, Aiden’s hand tightened around mine when he grabbed me.

We were like any typical mates, enjoying the quiet and intimate moments together. Meanwhile, Justin faced the darkest hour of his life. With his power on a decline, the council elders lost all faith in him and began the process of removing him as the future Alpha. Amid his turmoil, he was approached by someone unexpected, a young she-wolf who actually saved his life. Marissa had threatened and forced her into exile. As it turned out, Marissa came across the she-wolf saving Justin. By threatening the safety of the she-wolf’s family, Marissa forced her to surrender the family crest that Justin had dropped while unconscious and to leave for good.

I drifted right back into what felt familiar — the vices that had slept and woken beside me for two years. Violence. Rivalry. Control. I joined a motorcycle club. On the surface, it looked just like any other — about twenty adrenaline junkies obsessed with bike racing and supporting each other through life’s struggles. Actually, it didn’t. The name was Devil’s Machete MC and if that wasn’t suggestive enough, the motto read; “If you see the machete without a sheath, you have one second left to breathe.”

He claimed I took advantage of her in a drunken state, forcing her to marry me when he was away. Furthermore, he mentioned that I was a freeloader in their marriage who only cared about spending money and never treated her well, which led to Nicky wanting a divorce long ago. They were finally back where they belonged. Nicky even liked his post, showing her approval. Their story won over the internet, with many touched by their love story, going so far as to become their loyal fans. [They were meant to be all along! I'm cheering for their love!] [Jensen's just a deadbeat who wasted six years of their lives.]

Yet, in Jessica's eyes, he was still part of a gang, and she didn't want that kind of life for her mother. Jessica attempted to dissuade Frannie from pursuing the relationship on numerous occasions, but her words fell on deaf ears. Even when Jessica highlighted the illegal activities and frequent incarcerations associated with bikers in clubs like Slammer's, Frannie brushed it off, defending their love with a familiar refrain: "Slammer insists that the Gold Vipers are different from other motorcycle clubs.

“They belong to a motorcycle gang called Nyvron MC. I believe you’ve heard of them.” Reed nodded once. “I have heard of that motorcycle gang. They know neither loyalty nor rules. The only thing that matters to them is money. They’re known for selling their services to carry out anything, even murder.” Fabrizio confirmed Reed’s words. “That is exactly what they did last night.” He turned and looked at Reed. “However, they will no longer be a threat.” Reed’s brow furrowed faintly, almost imperceptibly. “You executed them.”