Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

We rode alone for a few hours, and quickly, as if he was trying to put as much distance between the attack and us. The image of Cerus cutting through the attackers replayed in my mind. The ease with which he killed them was almost more frightening than the attack itself. The same man that had held me through the night and made sure I was warm. I couldn’t reconcile the two sides of him, and I wasn’t sure which one frightened me more. “We’re almost at the hot springs,” he whispered into my ear.

I didn’t get into college, so I took a job driving a city bus. Once I finished training, I started working the night shift with Uncle Tim. He had always been the kind of guy who followed every rule. But that night, he wouldn’t let me pick up a single passenger. He even made me keep the bus dark the entire route. Uncle Tim died shortly after that incident. A few days later, someone told me something that made my blood run cold. Uncle Tim had actually been dead for quite some time. So who the hell had been riding with me that night?

He opened the car door and I hopped in. "You are looking so great. I can't take my eyes off you." "Well thank you. Where are we going by the way? Where's the party??" "It's in the Galaxy Nightclub." When I heard that name all those memories were rushing in. The last time I went there was with Ryan. I remember it was his birthday after we met and he called Dad and asked permission for the party and Dad agreed. I wore a maroon dress that evening. He was looking so handsome that night. We went to that club and after the cake cutting. We were sitting together and for some reason, I was feeling good about him.

I responded, and Colt slammed his helmet shut again, reversing immediately without signaling to his colleagues. I smiled into his jacket, even among a group of rebels, he was still a rebel. He did not wait for whoever was in charge here to suggest a place to wait out the storm. As he drove in the opposite direction, I stared at the bikers we flew past from behind my visor, their bandannas, neck scarfs and arm bands signifying what club they belonged to. This Hungarian club was different from anyone I had ever seen, ranging from boys and girls who were at most sixteen, to hardened men who were well over sixty.

"INTERPOL ISSUES RED NOTICE: MORRISON AND ACCOMPLICE RESPONSIBLE FOR GLOBAL THREAT" I clicked on one article. Felt my stomach drop. *Federal authorities have uncovered evidence linking Eva Morrison to secret organization embedded within North American biker clubs. The organization, code-named "The Riders Protocol," has allegedly been operating for forty years, using motorcycle clubs as cover for criminal network spanning seventeen countries.* *Morrison, previously believed to be victim of quantum conspiracy, is now identified as the organization's current leader. Evidence suggests The Riders Protocol has been trafficking weapons, laundering money, and conducting illegal research into conscio

At the front rode figures that made my wolf crawl deeper into hiding. Black Howl MC patches gleamed on their leather vests, the snarling wolf head logo twisted into something darker than what I remembered. This wasn't the Ironfang pack I'd fled from. This was something new, lolthat had evolved in my absence. "Jesus Christ," Tommy breathed from beside the bar. "How many of them are there?" At least forty bikes, I counted, with riders that sat their machines like they owned the world. But it was the figure at the very front that made my heart stop.

The next morning, Vivian arrived at my place, her car packed with two folded bicycles in the trunk. "The ride's a bit far. You can nap on the way, and I'll wake you when we're there," she said. Considering I'd hardly slept, replaying Vivian's words in my mind, I gladly took her advice and drifted off. I had no idea how long I slept, but when Vivian shook me awake, I found myself in a remote area surrounded by lush greenery. "We're here! The club's founder booked out this entire mountain. It's secluded, so we can let loose as much as we want," she said with a mischievous grin.

Nyx, Sulphur and the others are also in our company. “ Club Odyssey?” Chloe reads out loud and I smile. “It screams mystery, right?” I ask and Chloe nods. It's the same impression I got when I learnt about the club. Who would have thought it was a club owned by bikers? “ No,it screams of sin wrapped with candy paper.” Chloe declares and I burst out giggling. “ Then let's see what sin they are offering.” I wink and then saunter inside. I can feel Nyx disapproval charging the night. She has never made peace with interacting with members of the shadow riders MC.

~RYDER~ The envelope sat on my desk like a loaded gun. Black seal. Chrome lettering. The kind of fancy crap we never bothered with at Hellfire. When I tore it open, the words made my jaw clench. THE ANNUAL NATIONAL MOTORCYCLE CLUB AWARDS NIGHT. Location: Reno. Date: Two weeks from now. Hellfire MC had been nominated in three categories. “Nomination my ass,” I muttered, tossing the letter on the table. “That’s bait.”

Almira retorted. That was the last time she saw him. Eleven years later, Kitanna came swimming into her room in a panic. "I didn't think it was possible to sweat in water," Almira uttered evenly. "There is a problem, your highness." "It's not hard to tell," Almira said without interest. "It's about your mate. He is getting married!" Kitanna announced. Almira squinted her eyes at her. "When?". "Now!" the girl breathed.