Forsaken Motorcycle Club นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Fear. But today is different. Today, I’m dressed in silk instead of a white hospital gown. Today, my name is on a guest list I never thought I’d see again. The Luna Festival. My final obligation before I disappear for good. They say the goddess watches us on this night. I hope she sees me. I hope she knows… I tried. The Luna Festival is an annual celebration. A different pack hosts it each year, and tradition says no wolf can miss it more than seven times.

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.

I sigh and climb in. My father looks over at me. “You’re setting off late today.” “Had a bad night’s sleep,” I mutter. “What’s going on?” “Got a few things to sort. I need you to go somewhere.” I already know where. “Every time I go there they question why. I don’t look like I belong.” “You’ve got your story.” Yeah, I do. My dad was a biker, whole backstory ready. The problem is, the Iron Kings MC isn’t like the club Echo runs. These guys aren’t good. They’re exactly why my father wants me there in the first place.

"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."

he asked. Shadrach's forehead wrinkled. “Ridgewood?” He placed the cup on the table and then turned to Lance. “Why did you ask?” Lance was hesitant. “I once had an old friend from Ridgewood pack,” he lied. He wouldn't want to tell Shadrach the truth. He felt the need to protect Selene. Shadrach let out a long sigh and leaned back. “As you are aware, Ridgewood was labeled as rogues by the Elders Council and exiled. Their precise location is now unknown and hidden from other packs.”

“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.”

Azazel instructed and started to walk down the sidewalk, Daniel in tow. “Now prophecy starts out by saying that two sets of twins will be the world’s undoing,” Azazel begins. “Now pay attention, this is the only time someone will explain it to you. The twins are special, one set Nephilim, born of an Archangel in this case Gabriel and a human, and one set Cambion, born of a high ranking demon, in this case me, and a human, Abigail.” Azazel kept talking, Daniel was doing his best to understand. “Next thing it says is that the mothers soul of the twins she bore will be sent to either heaven or hell based solely on who can influence it the most. Both sides should have at least one mother or the

"You were hurt recently Alpha. How can the pack be strong if you are not?" Damian's jaw got tighter. The room became more tense and you could feel the anger in the air.. Damian did not yell. His voice was firm and sharp. "That was in the past, " he said. "The pack is strong because I am strong.. Even if I am not feeling well the pack will still be safe." The elders looked scared. They backed down. Liam saw that they were afraid of Damian and they respected him. The oldest elder spoke up. "We will not ask any questions, " he said. ". Alpha, what about the Nightfalls? They will not stop, we have their own."