Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

I replied with a roll of my eyes. Alpha Cadell held a ball in his very fancy, and extremely huge, mansion. He said it was a celebration for his arrival at the new town. I was sure it wasn't only that. "Just keep your manners. We will be in and out before you even know it." Morgana stressed, and nodded her head at some woman with a winged face mask. Did I mention that this is a masquerade? We live in Midwick, Virginia. A very small and very beautiful town, which one would feel was built right in the middle of the woods.

My heart raced as Xavier slowly eased the motorcycle onto the road. The bright moon and stars illuminated the night sky, creating a peaceful and quiet atmosphere, interrupted only by the motorcycle roaring down the road. Riding with Xavier, I started to grasp his passion for this experience. It was as if we were soaring through the night, feeling liberated and untethered from the world around us.

The group comprised of different fraternities and clubs inside the campus. Oro Street Riders, also known as Bikers, consisted of people mostly from uptown that lived in subdivisions and usually rode on big motorbikes when they came downtown. They were easily recognized by their signature sleeveless jacket with a big embroidered Bikers logo at the back. The most-feared group among the three was the Thunders. Hero didn't know much about this group, but it was well-known to be very dangerous. The only way you could determine its member was to see a small tattoo on the wrist that looked like a cross at first glance but was actually a letter "T" which stood for "Thunders".

Rider grabbed all our toiletries from the bathroom as I packed some clothes up for him too. It wasn’t long before we were rushing downstairs to find Ink waiting for us, the keys to one of the trucks in his hand. “Come on, let’s go.” He ordered. We headed outside into the night. The clubhouse was situated at the end of a dirt road, there were no streetlights lining the road, so it was pitch black, except from the glow of the moon. Ink headed to the nearest truck and we all hopped in. “Take your time while you’re there, there’s no rush to get home. I’ll get cover for you both.” He told us. “Thank you.” I said, gratefully.

It would give her a sleek look. We drank our mojitos for pregame and hailed a cab to go to Alessandro's club, The raven. We arrived at the club. There was a good-looking guy approaching us, he is a brunette, I can't see his eyes clearly because of the lights. He looks like in his mid-20s, has a scruffy strong looking jaw, heavily tattooed hands, looks like Zayn Malik but a sinner wearing a clean tidy suit and he is definitely her type.

“To them it is sacred Indian land and bikes would tear holes into it. They will be taking all the girls to the Tribal center with the tribe women that showed up earlier as they plan to send the buses back here. Then we will journey to the old church estate.” “On horseback?” Greer asked in disbelief. Monster stared at his Prez. His shock was so striking that he did not even blink. “The fuck?” Breed nodded. Greer shook his head and tried to hide his smile at Monster’s almost comic expression. “So I know Greer can ride.” Breed looked at Monster and around at the few men present. “But how many of the brothers can ride?” Crow, the IT for the club, chuckled. “We ride…Harleys, not Pintos.”

Maya’s POV Midnight is rude. It removes logic. It removes fear. It removes clothing in your imagination before you can stop it. And unfortunately, my imagination has a favorite victim. My next door neighbor is tall, unfairly attractive, and has the kind of voice that could convince a nun to sin without even raising his tine My name is Maya Collins. I am nineteen. I am supposed to be focused on saving my family business, finishing university, and behaving like a responsible adult.

Our old ladies had set up a rescue centre, and they took it in turns to keep it open around the clock. My delicious little Russian tigress had never been in any real danger, but she was going to learn that I was the President of this MC club and her actions had consequences. I grinned as I adjusted myself and swung my leg over my Harley, my hand already twitching at the thought of connecting it to her perfect little ass. 'Let's ride, boys.' I shouted as the sound of twenty powerful motorcycle engines roaring to life filled the air, and I drove out of the compound onto the road, turning right and heading for the spot where she would roughly come out of the woods.

NIRVANA'S POV The campus library was dead silent. I sat across from Jesse at a secluded corner table on the third floor. An open textbook sat in front of me, but I hadn't read a single word. My brain was entirely consumed by the puzzle pieces finally snapping together. The motorcycles. It seemed so painfully obvious now. Adrian and Ronan’s absolute obsession with those high-end, modified bikes wasn't just a rich man’s weekend hobby. The leather jackets they wore weren't a fashion choice. They were in uniform. They were patched members of a secret, underground motorcycle club.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.