Jax Teller's Bike Novels & Stories

“Working on it. Like I told Sasha and you—fighting it just makes me look dumb. You won. Prez is happy. Baby’s coming. Club needs to be solid. I want to stay part of it. So here I am.” Hazel nodded slowly. “I get it. Jealousy’s a bitch. I wasn’t trying to take anything from you.” “Water under the bridge.” Tiffany bumped her shoulder lightly. “Tell me something. What’s the mechanic who got kidnapped think about raising a biker kid?” Hazel laughed. “Terrified. I want normal shit too. School. Books. Not just guns and runs. But Jax wants to teach riding early. We argue about it already.” They both chuckled. Tiffany shared a dumb story about Mikey crashing a prospect bike into a fence last year. H

He shook in horror. "Xander is here?" Hutton gasped, jumping up from the chair he was sitting on. "I received a message from one of the guards now. Xander has killed all the guards who tried to stop him at the pack boundary. He is heading here right away!" The messenger breathed in fear while I watched dumbly. "Xander might be here to save her..." The Gamma mumbled, pointing at me. "It can't be!... The Xander we all know, can never fight his way here to save this trash!" Hutton blurted out, with anger written all over his face.

“Jared. Don’t talk like that. James isn’t your father. He doesn’t belong here; he has no ties to this pack anymore. His father is long gone, and he ran the pack into the ground. I didn’t do anything.” “Whatever Jackie. I need to go.” “Jared ple-“ Jared hung up the phone before she could get anything else out, and he pressed the accelerator down again and when he got closer to the Red Crest pack, he saw someone step out of the tree line and Jared came to a slow and parked his car. When he stepped out and walked towards the lone wolf, he reached his hand out in a sign of good faith. “Hello. I am Jared from the Blue Moon pack. I believe Alpha Jaxson is expecting me.”

“The pleasure is all mine, s—Jaxon .” Dad glanced between Jaxon and me, worried. Maybe he finally realized that he’d thrown me to a wolf. Dad tried to intimidate my future husband with a dark look, but a sheep didn’t become a predator by wearing a wolf fur, and Dad had never been more than prey among the blood-thirsty monsters in our circles. Jaxon straightened, ignoring Dad, and motioned toward his companion. “That’s my right hand and Consigliere, Felix .”

“Is that for me? He just saw a big-ass bike with the Captain America emblem on it. But what it really was, was the exact replica from the Easy Rider film. Jaxton bought it from a guy, who got it from out of state, and then sold it to me for a bargain price. As soon as I saw it, I immediately thought of Blaze. I knew he would appreciate it. “Yeah, that’s for you.” I chortled. “Call it an early eighteenth birthday present.” Sure, he was still a cub, but he would grow into it someday. “I’m telling Mom I got a real bike,” he gushed, hurrying away to tell her the news. Jax grinned, scratching his beard as he waited for him to leave. “Got something to tell you,” he mentioned, sounding serious this

I said, stepping into the pool of amber light. She didn't look up, but a small smile played on her lips. "I’m holding it exactly how Jax told me to. He said the manifold was loose." "Jax is an enforcer. I’m the one who built this bike from parts I found in a junkyard," I said, walking over to her. I stood behind her, my chest grazing her back. "Give it here." I reached around her, my larger hands covering hers on the wrench. The contact was electric.

The ride has been long but nothing matters now except that building I am seeing right now ahead of me. The moment we stop, Jaxon swings off from his bike, he doesn’t hesitate as his hand dives into his coat and pulls out his gun. He checks and observes the gun, it's smooth, fast and not even looking down as he slides it back with a click. His eyes then cut at me sharply. “You are not with your carper?” he asks. He always calls it that—my gub. To him, I am careless for leaving it. To me, it is a choice. I stare back, cold and firm.

he barked. "You can't ride a beast in a cocktail dress. Put 'em on. We got work to do." The bundle contained a pair of thick, denim riding pants, a heavy leather jacket with "Silver Moon" embossed subtly on it, and boots that felt like they were made of iron. When I stepped out into the hangar, Viper was standing next to a motorcycle. It was stripped to the bone, nothing but a black engine and a heavy-duty front. "This was gonna be Jax’s first real build," Viper said, his voice dropping an octave as he mentioned the kid’s name.

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

Jax said, grabbing his tactical pack and the steel case of anti-toxin from my counter. As the line of leather and gray nylon filed out into the freezing downpour, the roar of the Harleys clearing the shipyard gates was a synchronized scream of vengeance against the night. I walked back to the table, my fingers steady as I drove the needle into the wounded Stray’s central line, watching the monitor as his frantic heart rate began to level out against the machine.