Johnny Blaze Motorcycle Novels & Stories

He looked up towards the night sky full of stars and the full moon was unusually shining bright tonight, “Lilian, Am I doing the right thing?” ------------------------------------------- Vincent Antares Blaze is the only son of Marquise Blaze. Vincent had a perfect life blessed by the gods. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, born in a powerful aristocratic household that anyone would envy. As an only child to Marquise Blaze, he was the only one who has the right to inherit his family. Vincent was happy until he was not…until his parents died in a car accident leaving him all alone.

“Drink up. Echo’ll be back soon, no doubt celebrating another free vacation courtesy of the county. Few hours off work, free jumpsuit, what’s not to love?” I turn. The guy’s got a tattooed chest, wicked grin, and a patch that says Blaze. “That’s Blaze,” Knox supplies. “Ignore him.” Blaze laughs, loud and filthy. “Ignore me? That’s rich coming from the guy who used to fuck anything with a pulse before Red locked his dick down.” He winks at Red across the room. “Don’t worry, mama bear, he’s been a good boy since you showed up.” Red flips him off, but he’s grinning.

I nodded in return, my throat growing dryer with every breath. “But there are so many hills…” he mumbled, his voice trailing off. He looked briefly to Jonas, nodding him in my direction. Jonas stalked and took the bike from my hands as I yelped in protest. “We’ll walk you home. Lead the way” Alpha Rhodes declared.

“Matt's telling the truth. Heard they're always out trading in the afternoon. ATF’s got their back, so they're good.” “Okay then, so now how do we go in so we don't cause a scene and they don't lock up their gate?” Blaze turns on the ignition, grabbing all of our attention. “Don't worry, brothers. I've got it. Get ready to jump out ASAP.” “What are you trying to do?” Rip asks, narrowing his gaze at the driver's seat. Blaze laughs. “Don't worry, mister president. Just trust me and get ready to jump out. This is about to be a lot of funnn.”

She used to hate Landon along with me and would happily join in calling him the odd name here and there, but ever since she'd found her mate Blaze a few weeks back she did nothing but big Landon up to me, trying to convince me daily to go on a date with him. Blaze was one of the packs warriors, he was average height and build for a warrior with tattoos covering him from his right hand up his arm, around his shoulder, into his chest and up his neck. He had medium length black hair pulled into a neat man bun on top of his head and piercing amber eyes. I couldn't help but think it amusing and a little ironic that Embers mate happened to be called Blaze, I guess it really was fate. "Agh!" She h

God, save me from this woman, Blaze internally pleaded, waiting for a miracle. ###

She recognizes this familiar voice. Blaze!!! ***

I nodded my head yes with wide eyes. We were still basking in the sweetness like no one else was around when a loud bang interrupted us. The loud bang makes every muscle tense as I freeze, and my eyes lock on the devil himself. "Get a fucking hotel room when you're in heat!" Blaze kicks off against the lockers and combs his fingers through his dark chocolate hair before waltzing towards the exit. Blaze is Monty's best best friend, our pack's next Alpha, but he's heartless and a jerk.

What action did Blair take that prompted Remus, the family head, to personally apologize to them and even disown his own granddaughter? After all, the implication behind this was that no matter how Blair wanted to get revenge against Nelise, the Rothschilds would not stop him. Although this matter was related to Mable, she did not want to get involved. She looked at Blair and asked, “Spike is in the gym, right? I’ll go see him. You two carry on.” Then, Mable left for the gym. Spike was born prematurely and had health issues from a young age. To improve his physical fitness, he had been practicing martial arts since he was three.

I roll my eyes. He mounts it like he was born for it, his long legs hugging the frame, hands sliding over the handlebars like he’s reacquainting himself with an old lover. Yeah. That image is gonna be hard to forget. “You sure you can handle this?” I call out. He starts the engine. The damn thing purrs, loud and dirty. “Even though I have all the money to make sure you are okay, be careful Blaze. ‘Cause I’m about to humble your cocky little ass.”