Novel & Cerita Forsaken Motorcycle Club

I wouldn’t expose my children to such a toxic environment until things were settled. And truthfully, I didn’t know how my father would react to everything. He might still blame me. He always had. But I wasn’t doing this for him. I was here to give my mother her final honor. When we reached Father’s pack, the entire pack was already in mourning. Dressed in black, they gathered in silence for their former Luna. I didn’t know if they were aware of Freya’s betrayal yet, their new Alpha. Father emerged moments later, supported on both sides by his men—the former Beta and Gamma. He looked thinner than the last time I had seen him, like long-term sickness had carved him down to bone.

But his hope was short lived and doubt followed afterwards. He soon learnt that she was wolfless. She was a prisoner with no history. Her mole was seen as a curse. But yet, to him, she was the girl who had endured horrors he couldn't even fathom. His pack needed strength. They expected an Alpha's mate to be a warrior, a force to stand beside him. Not someone fragile. Not someone broken. The council had been clear in their expectations—his mate should be someone who could fortify their legacy, not weaken it.

"Ryan personally ordered you locked up and forbidden from using a phone. Why would I betray him? He's sacrificed everything for me. And whatever he wants, I'll protect at any cost." She then leaned in closer and added quietly, "Don't you get it? To him, you and I have never been equals. Ryan and I are of real nobility. Your adoptive parents have already reached a partnership with mine. The Hurst family, the Kleimann family, and the Davis family will become an unbreakable alliance. "You, with your filthy bloodline, deserve nothing but to rot in the trash," Kate shouted, full of glee. I was proven wrong. At that moment, I realized I had to see all of them as enemies.

" This is the info of all the forsaken that went missing from our household." I took a look at it. Honestly, I could vaguely remember most of the faces here. I might not be home a lot or I might act like I don't care, but I was quite observant and I knew most of the servants in the house, not by name, but at least by face. "We have other problems." Nicolas informed and I moved my gaze to him. "What might that be?" He sighed before speaking. "The extremist group of forsakens are on a rampage again. They have been attacking higher grade omegas." He informed.

"And the Black Pistons? They're not just a motorcycle club, are they?" Her laugh is warm, genuine. "They are a motorcycle club. Just not only that." She begins walking again, guiding me past trees bearing fruit I've never seen—silver-skinned with flesh that glows from within. "The Black Pistons are primarily dragon shifters. The clubhouse serves as the heart of their territory, a place they can be themselves without hiding their true nature."

he told me proudly. I stared at my hands that have mass now. My brother’s body was no longer skinny. I looked at him smiling at me and that’s when a thought struck me. I knew the clan where he belongs to. Their blood was special, which made them unparalleled. Werewolves were very wary of them and even other vampires. My mother always told me who they were because they were dangerous. I had to avoid them, but now Gavin had shared his blood with me, which was a sin for their clan. I was supposed to be happy, but I couldn’t. What I learned just added to my worries. Gavin’s clan doesn’t know how to show mercy because if they see something wrong or that can damage their image, they would eliminat

"Three months ago, an incident occurred that divided this pack. Kyle Thompson was found injured, and Mira Stone was accused of attacking him without cause." Murmurs ripple through the crowd. Some people glare at Mira with hatred. Others look curious about why I'm bringing this up now. "As your Alpha, I failed you," I continue. "I accepted the official story without properly investigating. I rejected my mate based on lies. And I allowed an innocent pack member to be tortured for a crime she didn't commit." The murmurs grow louder. My mother gasps. My father's face turns red with anger. "That's enough, Amos!" Marcus stands up, trying to use his Beta authority. "You're making wild accusations—"

I wasn't sure who it was but somebody around here knew a biker club and next thing we knew these scary men and women were riding on motorcycles and taking residence in our town. They wore sleeveless jackets with lots of different color patches in the front and a logo on the back that was meant to scare everybody and called themselves The Satan Sniper's Motorcycle Club.

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

They’re also a famous motorcycle club, but they’re their rivals as well. Carl was the vice president of the Wild Hogs motorcycle club and has been running the club even before they were in college. His father, a drug addict, never loved him and spent most of his time on gambling and women. His mother died when he was still very much young so he hasn’t received much love from anyone.