Night Rider Mc Novels & Stories

“But maybe you can help me with something better.” The second biker chuckled. “You sure you’re in the right neighborhood for that?” “I’m exactly where I need to be.” Before they could say more, a low rumble filled the air — the sound of a bigger engine, deeper, meaner. The crowd around the lot shifted. A matte-black bike rolled in. Its rider dismounted slowly, pulling off his helmet. Jace Malone. Everyone called him Viper. President of the Vipers MC. Mid-thirties, maybe.

They were sixteen, fueled by adrenaline and the reckless arrogance of heirs to the Cocolink throne, chasing a rival courier’s bike that had strayed into their territory. The thrill was a drug. They moved in a synchronized formation, black steel cutting through the midnight fog. Julian and Lucas flanked the perimeter, funneling the biker toward the dead-end alley where Nathan waited. The target’s tires screeched, rubber burning against the wet asphalt as he realized he was boxed in. He laid the bike down, sliding toward Nathan’s boots, his eyes wide behind a cracked visor. Nathan stepped out of the shadows, the silver rings on his knuckles catching the dim light. He didn't need a weapon; his

Seeing her smile, Natalie was reminded of the unsightly scenes from half a month ago. She didn't even want to spare her a glance. Natalie turned to Sienna and asked, "Sienna, what's the job?" "Natalie, you haven't walked on the runway for a long time, right? Tonight, All Night Manor has a night show. Get ready," Sienna said with a friendly smile. "Sienna, All Night Manor is a nightclub!" Natalie exclaimed in shock. They wanted her to do a show there?! All Night Manor was a famous nightclub in Novarisia, a luxurious venue with high-end clientele. It was a favorite gathering place for the wealthy and decadent youth of Paykston, and a place filled with countless shady dealings.

Desperation had its advantages. By evening, Valentina had bought some essentials from the dollar store and settled into her room. She sat by the window, watching motorcycles pull up to Mack's below. The Riot Kings. Duke's motorcycle club. Her stomach knotted. Would she see him tonight? Was he even still in Riverdale? Maybe he'd left like she had. A familiar rumble made her heart stop. She'd know that engine anywhere. The custom Harley with the modified pipes that growled rather than roared.

who it is.” I replied. “Buzz is working on it now; we will work out who has her and we will get her back.” Ink said. “It’s got to be another MC club. The night that Tank was shot, we heard all the bikers. There ain’t nobody round here that has access to that many bikes and not be part of a club.” Grizzly pointed out. “Yeah, I agree.” I added. “Ok, so we have the Aces High MC lead by Mace, VP Harlem. Any connections to Nathan?” Ink asked. “Not that we know of Prez. Mace is married, his Old Lady is also a member of the club, they have kids, but they’re young. I will have Buzz look into his family members. Same as Harlem. I can’t see why they would do it though, we’re tight with them. Ok, so w

He found that people who walked the streets everyday found it particularly strange that he would be searching in the hundreds of coffee houses all over the city for no apparent reason. Mario himself was beginning to doubt if Mindy Forelli even worked in the city anymore; his mother was getting old and all, it seemed likely that she wasn't in the area anymore. As he boarded another taxi and continued to think about his best friend and his partner, every second that he waited would cost him more and more time. For all he knew, to him, his friends were dead. How little he knew. * I had woken up late at night, I recall. Just after the blazing fire automobile incident, I could clearly remember wa

Only time will tell. Twenty ninja-clad men emerged from the darkness, moving quickly and swiftly, as if merging with the shadows. They confronted the Black Cat members, who were preparing for a surprise attack. The sounds of weapons clashing, gunfire, and screams filled the thick night air. The ninjas moved swiftly, swinging their samurai weapons with deadly speed and precision. Several Black Cat members fell one by one, blood splattering from cuts and stab wounds in vital areas of their bodies. Meanwhile, in the Sanders family's secret room, Renata and Ariana were under the watchful protection of Lukas, as well as their trusted men. They all know that the ninjas are after Ariana and Renata,