Midnight Riders Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

I moaned loudly, legs wrapping around him as he fucked me deep and fast. “Harder,” I gasped. “I need it rough tonight.” He gave it to me, pounding into me until the couch creaked. I came hard, crying out his name, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing the stranger’s distorted voice. After we finished, I lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin. “Elias…” I said softly. “I heard about a place. The Midnight Club. People say it’s exclusive… dark… exciting. I want to go with you.”

But every light inside dimmed sharply for a split second before returning to normal. Several guests glanced upward uneasily. Then the elevator stopped moving. The gaming streamer frowned. “Uh… are we stuck?” Before anyone could answer, the overhead speaker crackled softly. [Midnight check-in begins in ten minutes.] The voice sounded distorted, wrong somehow. A second later, every phone inside the elevator buzzed simultaneously. Winona pulled hers out slowly. A new notification covered the screen. WELCOME TO MIDNIGHT HOTEL. FIRST RULE: DO NOT OPEN YOUR DOOR AFTER 12 A.M. NO MATTER WHO IS KNOCKING. Below the message was one final line. SURVIVE UNTIL MORNING.

Why? Not really sure what to say. I finally opened the door and stepped out into the hall of wherever he had brought me, sucking in a sharp exhale as I did. His words wrapped around me as I walked, but I pushed them out of my mind as I tried to navigate my way out of the building he had brought me to. I realized with just a few things I saw that it was Midnight Club, a popular clubhouse that serves as a bar, hotel, and club all three in one, and it was mostly frequented by bikers, racers, and all sorts of hooligans.

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

she asked, positioning herself behind the solid wood of the porch railing where she'd have cover and a clear view of the approaching riders. "We're about to find out," Jax replied, though his stance relaxed slightly as the lead bike came into view. "It's Ghost. But he's not alone, and he didn't call ahead." The motorcycles roared into their peaceful clearing like a invasion force, engines cutting out in unison as six men dismounted. Ghost led the group, his pale face grim, while behind him came faces Raven recognized from their war days—Diesel, Viper, Hawk, and two newer prospects she didn't know.

“Let’s go home.” Jasper didn’t bother to ask again, and we got on a motorcycle. *** We quickly got home. The ride was smooth, and there was no traffic. It’s best to go on trips close to midnight. As soon as I got off the motorcycle, Jasper took the helmet off my head. “Ahm, I’ll be leaving later,” I told him. I don’t know, but I want Jasper to know that Damon and I are back in the province together. “Why? Where are you going?”

Rider asked. "Is she your ride or die? Your forever old lady?" Prez asked. "Yeah, I've always known she was. Now I know my gut instinct was always right. She's my ride or die, the one and only one for me." Rider agreed. "I should have never doubted myself or her." "Well then, I'd start by apologizing and then grovel at her feet until she accepts." James explained. Rider and his brothers headed back to the Vet MC clubhouse. Sunday and Monday the bar was closed. The guys had church each day gathering intel on the rogue club.

I feel so alive, oh I feel so free. Dancing in the moonlight , now you hold me close, your breath tickles my senses ..you boop my nose. All laughter fills the air, our faces lit up with impish glee... I want this to never end, for we are all just stardust. You and me. Forever yours, Meg

It wasn’t unwelcome, but it wasn’t what he expected. “Deal. I’m here with friends to recoup after months of traveling. My alpha likes long road trips and decided to toss a dart, and here we are. Tonight I decided to check out the club. I heard it was on the up and up, and the name, Spectral Riders, had me curious.” Maria was mostly honest.

The council went into a pin drop silence, looking at themselves in utter confusion. “You have no right to speak about me like I am a piece of trash about to be discarded. Whispering among yourselves like children instead of brainstorming about the issue like MATURED MEN”. My voice echoed in every corner of the hall, I did not know I could be this loud. “My name is Alcinder, Son of Fenrir, a true descendant of the pure blood of Alparos. I swear before the moon goddess, the lycanthropes, and every living thing thereof, by the Gods, I WILL FIND MY WOLF and rule Alparo. For Alparo.”