Forsaken Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

I totally disliked thinking about how miserable my life has been after the death of my mom and brother. As for the investigation as regards to finding the bastard that killed my brother, I decided not to move further after I got to know that the bike was from Frost Vipers motorcycle club. I've heard multiple stories of what the men of that club could do to people who get in their way...very dangerous set of humans that could wipe someone's entire existence. Each time, I hear that name, Frost Vipers, I was deathly sure it was bad news. But, I always prayed that whoever killed my brother would die a slow painful death alongside all his family members.

Or a victim of those who was? “Shit, I knew they pretended to be a motorcycle gang. They took the idea. Then go deeper than thought? I mean, abusing women is as common as theft, fencing and drugs with gangs. Motorcycle clubs that deal in the darker aspects of life can be active in a lot.” Craig took a chug of his beer and watched Alrick toy with his beer. Alrick’s thoughts were on the run again. The speculation in his mind was in full swing, and he’d become distracted. He’d not noticed the can’s seal was still closed. “You going to drink that? Or take up juggling until it explodes in your hands? If it does, you’re cleaning it up.” Only Craig could talk to his Alpha like this in private. Thei

“The name of this child was Armaros, meaning the cursed one. Your ancestor.” “So… my ancestor was cursed?” Belinda asked. “Yes. His parents hated the kind of wolf he was and sent him away, somewhere very far from home. He had to do everything on his own and even started a new family and pack. But when the people of the Merania kingdom heard he was alive, they tried to kill him, and they attacked his pack. He was killed, but some of his people escaped and they spread across the face of the earth, to hide.” “After many years, no one heard anything about red-furred wolves, and they were believed to be extinct until yesterday, when we found out you are one of them.” Mr. Theron stopped talking an

After the funeral, Daniel sat before my portrait, tears sliding down his cheeks. Memories of our past together cut him like a blade. He remembered when he first became a firefighter. He had gotten hurt and separated from his unit while he was out on a call due to his inexperience and recklessness. I had taken him to the hospital and even paid his medical bills. During that time, I made sure he was well cared for until he recovered enough to be discharged. After that, he pursued me with fierce devotion.

She pulled at my sleeve, her gentle voice guiding me out of the depths of my mind. Her wonder-filled voice questioned, "Mama, are we going to meet him today?" Caleb, her twin, followed us silently as usual, his eyes darting between the dark forest and the road forward. Him: Jackson Wolfe. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. Their father they had never known. I had not told them much—how could I? How could I communicate to them the agony of being turned aside like I intended nothing? How could I help them to realize that the guy they yearned to see had previously sent me away, saying I was too weak to be by his side?

They had vanquished Morgana, and they had ensured their domestication. As the pack recouped from the fight, they started to modify their lives. They honored the fallen, and they promised to never disregard the penances made to ensure their domestic rights. They knew that the danger of the Shadowlands was not totally gone, but they were prepared to confront anything challenges long haul may hold.

The city's neon lights reflected off the wet pavement, painting their faces in shifting colors. Roger led them through the back entrance of a high-end private club-a place where business deals were made with whispers and smiles, and where the wrong conversation could make someone disappear. Inside, the air was thick with cigar smoke and expensive perfume. Men in tailored suits laughed too loudly in the corners of velvet booths. No one here paid attention to outsiders; everyone assumed you were dangerous enough to be here. Roger inclined his head toward a corner room guarded by two men in black. "That's him," he murmured. "Martin Fallow. He's the one who planned it. And he doesn't know we're

Dead end, man. Just over eight months ago, he’d left Kentucky to prospect for the Fallen Angels MC, at the invitation of his cousin Joker, who'd said that the club was looking to expand and grow, and they needed recruits. Donovan 'Joker' Kane was a fiercely loyal member, and no wonder, seeing as he’d been born into the club – and quite literally.

"There is more. We identified the second person Vanessa hired. His name is Marcus Chen." "Chen?" I repeated. "Like David Chen?" "Brothers. Marcus is more dangerous than David. He has a record for assault, weapons charges, and he dropped off the grid three days ago. We have an APB out, but he is smart. He knows how to stay hidden." My hands were shaking. Miguel took them in his, his warmth steadying me. "What about the third person?" Alex asked. "Chen said there were at least two more people besides himself."

“We need a plan. The Council’s not going to stop. And we can’t keep running blind.” Revan stood. “We head north. The Frostmoon pack still has numbers. They don’t answer to the Council anymore.” Jordan scoffed. “You think they’ll join us?” “They hate the Council more than they hate me,” Revan said. “That’s not saying much.” Revan’s jaw tightened. “They’ll fight if they know what’s coming.” Jordan looked at me. “And what is coming, exactly?” I hesitated. “The voice said the world would follow the one who burns and forgives. I think it meant us.”