Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

That wave of pain caused me to lose control of the delivery van, which in turn caused me to go over the cliff into a heavily wooded area of trees. Ok, so that much you know already. What you may not have figured out yet is that Boomer and Viper were amongst the bikers that surrounded me that day. They are part of a large —and growing— motorcycle club called the Howling Rogues. After I went off the cliff, they rescued me and brought me to their clubhouse where I was treated for my injuries.

“I’m part of your life, so let me be a part of it.” The hesitation remained in his eyes. He looked down to his wound and patched it up with butterfly strips. “Luca’s been dealing with traitors as well as an MC that’s been giving us trouble.” At the confused look on my face, he added, “Motorcycle club. They’re stronger in the south, especially Texas, New Mexico, and Florida, but chapters have been popping up around here. Luca asked me to see what the local chapter was up to. We captured one, a strong fighter. He got me with his knife.”

I quickly wrapped my arms tightly around him, my chest pressing firmly against his back as the bike sped out of the penthouse. The cool night air brushed against my skin as Lysander weaved through the streets of the Rogue Kingdom, expertly avoiding trailers and cars. I didn’t miss the way people who seemed to recognize them cheered as we passed by. Soon, they pulled into the parking lot of a high-end clubhouse with a glittering sign that read The Devil’s Riders Clubhouse.

The villain will surely go mad seeing her body. [This blind date of hers is quite good-looking, too. No wonder the villain's been jealous for so long.] [Why are there so many people siding with the villain? How disgusting! She deserves her death! I really want to see the hero taking the villain down!] When I woke up once more, it was back to midnight again. The moonlight shone dimly into the lounge as my hand was on the window latch, about to open the window. [Don't open the window! There's no cat outside! It's a serial killer!]

Zero keeps his hands in my jeans pocket when we get an energy drink from the short stop. He makes a big display of sneaking his hands up my vest when some other bikers stop for some gas. They are wearing cuts with an emblem that I can't see. Zero says the motorcycle club is called The Sin Riders and that they are 1%ers. Zero explains that they are a small motorcycle club that live in Liston Hills. “I can't believe you chased that man down, and I thought Killer was a nut job.” I shake my head as I slip my helmet on my head, watching Zero saddle the bike.

She recognized the territory by the painted insignia slashed across a rusted road sign: two crescent moons crossing a skull. Her gut clenched. Moonburn Riders territory. Not good. “Get back on the bike,” she snapped. “But it’s dead…” “On. Now.” Sabrina blinked at her, confused, but obeyed. Headlights appeared on the horizon, one pair, then three, then more, engines snarling like a pack of wolves. The wolf in Raven’s blood stirred violently, clawing at her insides. The Moonburn Riders had found them. Seven bikes rolled up in formation, circling like sharks. Their engines thundered, their black leather vests flashing silver insignias under the moonlight. The Riders were legends in between half

“And let me guess. This all took place at midnight and that is why midnight is significant.” He claps his hands together as he laughs with amusement. “Exactly. Midnight is such a special time, though they claim there’s a different hour for witching. No, midnight is perfect, especially for us. You’ll know soon enough.” I swallow back the bile shooting into my throat. “You aren’t done showing me the rest of my lives, aren’t you?” As soon as he calms, he nods in agreement. “Oh, yes, Valeria. I’m going to show you everything and then you won’t see your dear fated mate the same way ever again. This life, you will be mine.”

Midnight Run The moon hung fat and heavy over the desert highway, its silvery light catching on the chrome of two dozen motorcycles thundering through the night. Blaze Carson led the pack, his wolf stirring beneath his skin with each mile they devoured. The creative accounting that made the Iron Fangs MC look legitimate on paper called him "club president," but his true title was carved into his bones – Alpha. He ruled with a no mercy mindset, and he didn't care who thought him heartless. He also didn't have a mate yet, and he wasn't really looking. If he found her, he wanted to reject her because his life was how he wanted it. He didn't want to answer to someone else, especially a mate.

CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC The Knights Motorcycle Club is made up of 18 guys retired from special forces, thier name is Knights MC. Due to their love of motorcycles and wanting to continue the team mentality like they had when they served, the club was born. They have three teams of six men each. They call them teams A, B, and C. Team A has Prez, Scribe, Cash, Doc, Chopper, and Data on it. Team B includes VP, Soldier, Rocket, Patch, Edge, and Hacker. Team C has Radar, Tracker, Ace, Navy, Jammer, and Gamer on it.

I could stay there forever, riding through the world, letting it flash by. I knew Rod was into some serious stuff. I didn’t know what exactly, but the patch he wore on his arm said it all. He said they were called the Rebel MC, although he never really brought me too close to them. I knew they had a clubhouse, and I knew there were a bunch of other clubs in the area, but Rod made sure I stayed at a close distance. For a while at least. Soon enough, I started going to parties with him, parties with men that were totally unlike the boys I knew at school.