Inferno Demon Riders Mc: My Five Obsessed Bullies Novels & Stories

I glared at them and made sure they understood their assignment. Duke wrote it down. “Homer, Rocket. You’re tasked as delivery boys. You’re done with your school assignment before ten, right? If you have any complaints, Alpha is here.” “Yes, Beta. We will do it.” “I can’t hear you. You were loud earlier. Stand up,” Duke said. Kindra shook in her seat as she tried to hide her laughter. The two bullies stood up. “Yes, Alpha. Yes, Beta.” “Anything else?” When they went silent, I concluded, “Today’s meeting is adjourned.”

I started to cough out blood, and it felt my spirit was gradually leaving my body, but they didn't stop they continued to hit from all directions and Danzo just stood there, covered in blood with alcohol in hand, he motivated them to keep going and whispered insults and words of hate to me. Just as I was about giving up, another gang of bikers arrived the scene, taking charge and overpowering my attackers. “It's the DeathHowl Riders, run for your life!” Danzo screamed. Everywhere turned to chaos as they started to run in scattered directions but the Death Riders didn't show them mercy, they attacked and injured most of the Full Moon MC bikers with their leader, Danzo escaping the scene. I wa

He had a faraway look on his face and he was drooling like a dog. "How many times has it been? Ben is the tenth hunter who became like this after encountering that demon! Just what is she doing to them?!" Dante, one of the oldest hunters, and one of the leaders, angrily snapped. For as long as humans remember, they have been sharing this world with demons lurking around the world. They weren't able to do anything at first and they suffer their torture and abuse, but a group has finally had enough and trained. Thanks to them, more and more people are now fighting evil demons to fight for peace and they are called 'Demon Hunters'.

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.

"Trust me, even though Demon acted nice to you, he's worse than his brother. He once created a motto for his group - 'Stab them, but don't kill them'. His assassins exactly did as his words, they stabbed his enemies repeatedly, but didn't finish them, healed their wounds, took their organs and started to stab them again." "Jesus!" he drops the fork on the plate. "He sounds like a flawless sociopath and I lost my appetite, thanks to your explanation. By the way, who's the boss of The Sharks? Skinny-psycho or angry-bald-heady?" "Angry-bald-heady," Two G laughs a little. "But he seems scared of his brother, though Demon hasn't killed him yet. You can say that The Sharks are ruling inside the pr

Sinister Chi burst all over its body, rotating around the seven-layered Wheel of Life. According to the realm-increment with each layer, this huge black bull was already an existence of an Immortal Emperor or Demon Lord. As the golden eagle seemed to have remembered something, it kept retreating and exclaimed in human language, “Your Highness, you’re... the Bull Demon King?” The Bull Demon King roared angrily, “Since you know who I am, why don’t you kneel and kill yourself? Do you think you could lay a hand on my buttocks?” The golden eagle trembled and kept retreating.

He didn’t expect the bull general’s methods to be so cruel and heartless. “Hahaha, how about it? Do you like it? Don’t worry, when this world is conquered by us demons, you lowly creatures will become willing slaves for us. When that happens… Hey, I’ll blow up those called humans into fireworks in the night sky. Hahahahaha, that must be enjoyable, right? Ah! I can’t wait to do it.” The Bull General’s words enraged them. Long Chen also fell silent, but his intent to kill had surged strongly, matching that of his ancestors there. Imagining how his family, friends, and loved ones would become demon slaves or demon bombs, it truly made Long Chen’s blood boil.

But that doesn't make them weak. They are the most powerful men of my tribe: Devin, the grumpy red fire demon. Saluki, the dark blue demon who can read minds. Haze, the water demon with eyes that glow blue. And the last hunter is Ringo, who never looks the same due to his shape-shift abilities. "Devin, Saluki, Haze, and Ringo, what brings you here?" The four of them exchange a look, and then they grimace. No one says anything, and I lift a questioning eyebrow. I glance between them, and Devin, the one who is the bravest, steps forward.

Grease angrily turned around and stomped toward the lady. "We are sons of the dark roads! We are hell riders we are not fucking businessmen! We don't collect! We take!" He yelled at her in a drunken rage-filled voice. The remaining three bikers shook their head in a tired embarrassed way. It seemed like they were also fed up with the bullshit and drama Grease brought to the gang. I understood that a gang had to have some sort of sacred creed but what is the point of a creed if everyone everyone? The way I saw it Grease had to go.

I hadn’t seen her in years now. After finding my way to a demon club that she attended frequently, I gritted my teeth, cursed myself out, and stepped into the building. Fire burned through the first room, the flames licking the ceiling and the heat hotter than fucking hell. It ensured that only demons stepped into this space; no other species were allowed. Once I walked through the fucking fire that seared the edges of my clothes, I opened a heavy metal door and stepped into The Inferno. Demons in their truest forms sauntered around the room, their horns out and lengthened and their eyes a piercing red.