Iron Horsemen Mc Chapters Novels & Stories

“Sorry about that, Alessa. I will be there shortly. I am bringing the cavalry with me. The Hell Raiders are human traffickers. As you know, they have my family’s product and guns. They are connected to …” “The Vipers, the sister MC and one Foxy Barnes. Yeah, I know. I have just received the information. Joanna has just handed me the file. I have also just read all about Dane. How soon can you get here?” I walk towards the motorcycle and grab the black helmet, putting it on as I straddle the bike. The bike is beautiful. A proper racing bike. All shiny black with the pink trim.

Hey guys, I apologize - I accidentally included some duplicate chapters in the last update. Sorry about that! I've fixed the issue in this version, so everything should flow correctly now. Thanks for your patience. ~J

“And I promise you I will look after you.” “I love you as well Ruin.” Stepping away he rolled his shoulders. “Do you want to ride with me today?” We would all ride. All the Black Aces from this chapter and several dozen that had come in from other chapters. The nomads. Even some weekend bikers. Everyone would ride for Fender and then we would lay my dad to rest and I would have to say one final goodbye. “Avery should ride with you.” “She won’t mind.” Something was going on in Ruins eyes. “She can…”

"And this time, we aren't stopping until the Council of Twelve is nothing but ash and memories." As we walked out of the training room, leaving the flour-sack baby on the floor, I felt the life in the mountain hum in anticipation. We were 49 chapters in, and the true battle was just beginning. The Shadow, the Rebel, and the Queen were no longer just survivors. They were parents. And the Council was about to learn that there is no monster more terrifying than a man who just learned how to swaddle.

“No –” “Anyone else think this too?” Silver looked over at the far corner of the room, where about ten members of The Howling Highwaymen MC were standing. The Road Devils had always been on good terms with those guys, but if they were running down his President, Silver was ready to call them out on it and he’d do it here and now, to hell with being outnumbered. “People talking about Wolf losing his edge?”

His hand is ripped away from my throat by Micheal, who was the closest. "Stop!" I yell, with the council on the way I know that we can't kill Chad right now. I am not in my own pack, so any attack on me would not warrant a death sentence, even if it did, the Alpha here would have to be the one to order it. I am still trying to calm everyone down when Ri'elle enters the hall, surrounded by the werewolf council of elders. The elders are dressed in white robes, trimed in gold, with golden flowers and leaves embroidered around the edges. The whole of the council is here, even the Chancellor, their leader, whose collar is decorated with an elaborate red trim, with red accents around all his golde

,,We all look at them, and the little girl holds up her pinky. "Really?"Silas asks as he smiles at her. "Yes, sir," Daddy said that to me, so it is true. We always pinky promise. "We all smile, and he kisses Angie before hugging me and looking at us all. "Be careful, brother, and come back to us. We love you, Silas. "He holds me and kisses Angie once more before leaving with Nick. Lena is sitting on the loveseat crying as Nick kisses her and covers her with a blanket. I look at the monitor as choas breaks out all over the pack. Cars are blown to bits, and part of the clubhouse is on fire. I watch warriors put it out and fight off rogues. I see dad come into view his chest bloody as he fights

A.N. – Thank you all for your dedication to Fire and Ice, the story from here on out will include chapters from the POV of both Roman and Amber, the next few chapters will be Ambers entirely as we get to know her better and finally learn all about what has been going on between her and the Beta, but don’t worry, we haven’t heard the last of Tristan and Cali just yet. I hope you enjoy, L.M.Nokes xx Amber

Three months into my presidency, I learned that running an MC was like fighting a war on a hundred fronts. Territory disputes. Supply chain issues. Internal politics. Every day brought a new crisis. But I handled it. I had to. Because giving up meant Colt died for nothing. I sat in church—the weekly meeting where officers discussed club business—surrounded by men twice my age who still looked at me like I was playing dress-up. "The Iron Brotherhood is pushing into our territory again," Hammer said. "Third time this month. We need to respond."

He wasn’t the center of the conversation — he was steering and guiding it toward her. Ashley didn’t have time to overthink it — because suddenly, someone cleared their throat. The room quieted. Heads turned. Nolan stepped forward. The club president of the Copper Reavers — an older man named Cortez with a silver beard and sharp eyes — walked beside him. On his other side was Vera Black, president of the Valkyrie Riders, one of the strongest female-led MCs in the West. A rare union. A powerful one. And both were looking at Ashley.