Highway Demons Mc: Killer Novels & Stories

He replied. "My dad's MC has charters all over the world. You could never get away from him!" Jess warned. "Besides even if they aren't looking for me, you can bet your ass they are looking for whoever destroyed the gym! And if they believe me dead, well they won't stop looking until every last person involved in my death is dead!" Jess warned. "Who's your dad?" Ink asked. "Sarge, Prez of the Hell's Demons. You really should have done your homework on who I am. You just signed not only your death warrant but your whole entire club's! My dad's MC will slaughter you all!" Jess warned. "He won't show any mercy!"

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

For one awful second, she saw only leather, then the cut shifted beneath her hand. And there, stitched across the front of his vest in heavy block letters, were the words that made her entire past rise up like a corpse from shallow ground: HIGHWAY HELLIONS MC UTAH. Nala stared at the patch, her breath leaving her body in one slow, terrible exhale. A motorcycle club. Of course. Of fucking course.

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

“The ex-ex-President of The Road Devils.” That electrified them. The rivalry between The Fallen Angels and The Road Devils was legendary in the state. If word got out that Ace had killed the other MC’s President, then that would have been a rallying cry to go to war. It would have been nothing less than a full-on bloodbath; it would have spilled into the streets of Denver and innocent people would have been caught in the crossfire. The collateral damage would have been unimaginable. “What?” Mac breathed. “You mean Kirby Riggs?”

But give me a gun, knives, or any sweet object with the ability to draw blood, and I'll show you just how amazing life can be. You can call me whatever the hell you want - a killer, a demon, a wizard. I like it. But don't ever call me good. Never. I hate being good - it's weakness. My entire life, I've breathed in nothing but violence, death. And I like it that way.

As they three start making subs, I head to my office to call Alpha Hunter. It rings four times before he answers. "Alpha Hunter here," he sounds tired. "Alpha Hunter, this is Alpha Tyler Savage from Savage Pack and Biker Club. I need to speak about your beta male and his mate",he pauses so long I thought he hung up. "Yes," he sounds worried now.

“You think I’d like to be associated with such a nasty demon?” “Nasty demon?” Cloud demons hated being cursed, because they believed they were perfect. “You may look good on the outside but you're still a demon.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “A gruesomely disgusting demon feasting off souls just to maintain her fake looks!” I spat. Angered, she rushed to me, aiming the knife at my tattoo but I held her in place with my powers. The blade cut through my palm, dropping blood to the floor and the pain made me fling her across the room.

And the demon that Stevanus made as his ally prefer children first. In fact, they had been hunting down men like Stevanus. And as if they were lucky, they heard that Shasha's friend was the only victim who managed to escape Stevanus's clutches, thanks of course to Shasha's help. And just as they thought, it turned out that Shasha had accidentally brought the ribbon to "mark" her friend. That's why Delldora went directly to Shasha to secure the “marker”. "Ah, I forgot, magicians like you have a special way of dying,"

"I imagine so. Which is not good." "Is he the Demon Dax mentioned he hated?" I ask. I want to believe that this man, Keo, who Oliver told me about, was some fictitious over-exaggeration of what a Demon is believed to be. "He is. He's not like most Demon's, killing without mercy, and on an impossibly large scale," Kastriv explains, confirming my worst fears. He is real. Kastriv himself has seen him in person. How horrifying. "He's a murderer?"