Johnny Blaze Motorcycle Novels & Stories

He had a bandana in his hair and aviator sunglasses over his eyes. “What’s up, Einstein?” he called out as I approached. “You bought a motorcycle?” I asked as I took in the sight of the vintage looking black motorcycle. “What do you think?” he asked as he stood up from the bike and turned toward it. “It’s a beauty.” I shifted my eyes from the motorcycle to him. “If you say so. How are we getting home?” He looked at me as he laughed. He waved his arms at the motorcycle behind him as though he was modeling it on a gameshow and I had just won a fabulous prize.

I can’t wait to paint that pretty ass of hers red for this disrespect. He secured the scarf and swung his leg over his bike; the bright red Honda Fireblade gleamed as the early morning sun touched it, while Justin gave him a wide grin. ‘It was a mighty fine little ass to, pert and firm, perfect for spanking.’ With his mind full of the image of her naked body, he swung his leg over his more conservative jet black Kawasaki Ninja. Both bikes purred rather than roared into action, belying their powerful engines as the two men manoevred them gingerly onto the highway heading for their MC.

“What is that?” Blaze smiled. “It’s called a Montana Sky. It has lemonade, elderflower gin, and lavender syrup. Want a sip?” She offered it to Amerie, who hesitantly sipped. Her eyes widened. It was sweet and refreshing, and reminded her of a spring day. “Wow.” Amerie said. “I’m definitely getting that next.” Blaze grinned. “Careful. It’s almost as dangerous as my shop.” She winked. Amerie couldn’t help but laugh.

She hadn't expected the conversation to veer in this direction. "Blaze was a game-changer. Meeting him was like encountering a force of nature, one that reshaped my understanding of fire and its potential," Phoenix continues, his voice reflecting a mix of admiration and respect. "He taught me control, not just over fire but over my destructive impulses." Phoenix's expression softened, a fond smile gracing his lips as he recalled the impact Blaze had on his life. "Learning control is one thing, but truly understanding the essence of your powers is another. He taught me that fire is not just about destruction, it's about renewal and transformation."

You didn't know right" "It's his jealousy that brought all of these. Mr. Blaze real name is John. He was a riff raff who had nothing but could only depend on his brother, Your father. No matter how your father helped him, he just wasn't satisfied. He planned to kill your father but I got a better offer for him. I created an organ selling organization, Where Rich and powerful people will come to me for organs, so I had to bring your father and mother in as Hostage ready to use them for myself because my Heart and liver has never been good since I was little.

"Yep, we drove it from Arizona to Texas and the fact that it's still intact is shocking to me. It's taken a few rockets and I'm hoping that Miguel will be able to fix it, or at least give it a crutch to last a bit longer." "If anyone could, it'd be Miguel, good luck with your tanking," He said as I left the store and got back on my motorcycle, I sped past the tank and saw that the rest of the trucks were in front of Miguel, passing by I waved to Jade and then Alex, before speeding up and getting far ahead of them all. When I got home I parked my motorcycle in the garage and headed inside, I hadn't even gotten in the door fully before I got tackled to the floor by Johnny. "Jesus Christ, JJ, y

A cloud of dust rises as a sleek black motorcycle roars down the desolate highway. Its engine growls with power, propelling the bike forward with unstoppable force. The rider, known to many as Dante the Lycan hunter, sports a rugged leather jacket adorned with countless patches and insignias. His eyes are hidden behind dark sunglasses, He exudes an air of mystery and danger. As he approaches a weathered roadside bar, the sound of his engine echoes through the open landscape halting at a bar.

"What? It's not like I don't notice other hot guys. Just because I'm with Ryan and he's like sex on a stick doesn't mean I can't appreciate other men who are also good looking. And Leighton, baby doll, he's good looking." Blaze agrees. "Yeah, if I hadn't met Trevor first, Holden would totally be my type of guy. Dark eyes, dark looks, tattoos and muscles for fucking days…" she trails off. "What?" She glances at us. "I'm making a point for her." She gestures at me. "Wait," Blaze stops and tilts her head, "I know what I saw in the back of that ambulance the day he came to get you. You mean to tell me you've never done the deed, because the chemistry was flowing off the two of you that day? I th

,Benny said. "No. I didn't mean it like that-"Blaze said defensively. "No. I think I get it",Benny said dejectedly heading to the door. "Ooh man. I-I had no clue that you two-"I started wanting to apologize and not say the wrong thing. "You couldn't have known. What can I get you? You look like shit, man" And the old Blaze was back moving around his home with ease, and getting a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey from his gin cupboard.

Blaze’s tone left no room for it. We loaded up and headed out into the night. The drive felt longer than it should have. I sat in the middle vehicle between Colt and one of the other guys, with Blaze riding ahead on his bike and Damon leading the front. The whole time, my mind kept drifting back to that old photograph I had found.