Night Rider Mc Novels & Stories

Matt didn’t fluster, instead calmly stated, “And to warn you, the Blue Devil already knows this. Later on, Cutthroats from Dark Moon will chase after her head and death will befall to her. I’m willing to help you with that.” “Why giving me offer like this? And what can you gain with this, away from jail? Do you really think I will fall for that. Nevertheless, I can protect Zeth myself.” “You is not enough. What about this, do you want to annihilate them? Those… Dark Moon?! I will give you information about them, about their hideout, or everything you want to know.” Kate eyes widened, “Who are you?” “I’m an informant of……” “Major Nightroad!” Kate was already called by her subordinates. “Just

Max I sit in my seat at church, located to the left of Austin. The long oval red oak table proudly presents the emblem of our club. The death symbol holding his usual scythe along with a shield. Under the emblem are the words Nightmare Warriors MC in black bold letters. We have only been in church a few moments and are still waiting on a few brothers to join us, but judging my Austin's nervous behavior, I can tell something is defiantly wrong. The thought worries me. This club doesn't need any more bullshit.

Miranda said with a little sigh. “No, he doesn’t,” Lauren said. Usually she let Miranda’s statements pass by without an argument, but she couldn’t let that one go. Lauren had the poster with the cast of The Outsiders on it hanging on the back of her bedroom door, and she got a good look at Matt Dillon every morning. Tad did not look a thing like him. “He totally does!” Miranda insisted. “No way,” Lauren said. “Well, he’s going to be a junior and he has a Camaro,” Miranda said, as if this settled everything.

Shrieking is all around the roads. The rampaging Lamborghini stops before the "Night" bar. His tires shriek against the ground. The people around are completely muddled with fear A lady in a tight dark dress and her sweetheart simply leave the bar. They are nearly hit by the Lamborghini and the lady shouts into her beau's arms. As he comforts his terrified sweetheart, the man swears, "Would you say you are searching for death? Keep an eye out!" The man is in bloom shirts hanging thick gold accessories around his necks and focuses to Kevin with enormous gold rings in his finger.

I open the messaging app and look at his profile picture. Ryder or Savage, as he is known to the club. He is the son of Hatchet, the former president of the Prince of Darkness MC. The same MC that has an allegiance with my family. I have known Ryder since we were kids. He is older than I am. He is twenty-five years old and has recently taken over as pres of the MC. I have been in love with him since we were kids, but everything changed a few weeks ago.

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

It was calming. “So, I've got Anime. Anyone interested.” Elektra said out of the blue. We ended up having a movie binge all night. Drinking soda and listening to music all day. Around midnight we were tired but still watching the Friends series_an all old time classic. I sat in the middle between Alcinder and Elektra on the duvets we placed in the middle of the room. Elektra was fast asleep. “I'm twenty-one years old, Avyanna. I'm supposed to take My father's place as the Alpha of the Redwood Pack. I'm scared.” Alcinder said while staring at the ceiling.

After I moved out of Zachary’s place, I thought that he would never see me again. However, fate was a fickle thing. One day, after I finished a gig with Avalon, he asked me to go back to the hotel first. He had to discuss certain details with the client. The remote mountain road was bumpy, and it seemed to never end. So, I asked the person next to me, “How much longer?” The man did not even look at me as he answered, “Soon.”

"Thanks, Briar." "Don't thank me, boy," Briar mutters, turning back to his satellite screens. "Just make sure you survive long enough to kill Tristan Blackmoor. I want to see his pack flag burn before I go into the dirt." I don't waste another second. I pull my helmet over my head, lock the visor down, and step out into the cold night air of Nightfall Territory. The heavy engine of my motorcycle roars to life between my thighs, the vibration humming through my core, igniting the violent, restless heat in my blood. I kick the gear shift up and slam the throttle back, tearing away from the Silverfang Hall like a bullet shot from a barrel.

‘She looks so peaceful. He thought, long red/gold lashes brushed her flushed cheeks, one hand cupped her cheek the other rested by her waist, her stunning hair cascaded across the pillows and desire swept though his veins. Moving silently, he stripped out of his clothes leaving only his black boxer briefs he knew he should leave her alone to process her father’s betrayal. Sliding into bed alongside her, he knew he should leave her alone, period, but he couldn’t; something was compelling him to claim her for himself. She would be eighteen in a few short days, and then her father would not be able to touch her; that was why he was so desperate to get her back before then. If he could hand her