Rebel Knights Mc Novels & Stories

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

The bulky giants there were training, some were gymming, it was a huge hall with separate arenas dedicated to different activities, there was a boxing ring as well, their bodies were huge, bulky and sweaty The moment the men saw Rebel enter with a woman following in the bridal wear, they stopped doing what they were doing and stood still , watching at the woman as if she were a beautiful delicate deer being watched by a group of lions The men had all stopped doing what they were doing and began nearing her, Rebel stood at the centre, she panicked and tried to seek shelter behind him but he pulled her out and made her stand before her, making her easily accessible to the giants inching closer

But now, it was the founder of the werewolf rebel group himself who said that he had found someone suitable as the leader of their group. And the young man was now smiling very broadly as he drove the car through the royal gates. Who is it? Was it Daniel he was referring to? And this rebel group, No one knew that Caskey was a rebel who infiltrated the military.

Then she contacted her nephew, ‘William, what do you know of an MC called Black Knights over in Fort Worth?’ ‘They are run by Xavier Knight, he leads with an iron fist, no-nonsense, if you cross him, you die. Why do you ask Aunt Annabelle? ’ He had a soft spot for the elderly lady; she was his grandfather's sister, so technically she was his Great Aunt, and she was nobody's fool. ‘Is he married?’ She asked him now, ‘No, but he does have a daughter, the mother was the love of his life, so my sources tell me, there hasn’t been anyone serious since.’

I imagined myself saying those words but I quickly shook those devilish thoughts off. "I am not the regular sweet talking Alpha." I announced on a stern note. "And I'm not going to lie, I only joined this Pack for one thing. Revenge. Revenge against Alpha Jason. If you know, you're not ready for a fight. A fight to return home. Greenville. Then leave! Because there's no room for weaklings." I pursed my lips giving them minutes to decide but when no one made a move. My lips parted. "The name of this Pack," I paused again. This time exchanging glances at Gabriel and without thinking, I let my heart form the name. "Is The Black Moon Pack!"

Maverick tried to comfort her, “In this room, this clubhouse, and this compound, you are safe.” Paige studied him with her silver eyes. “Are you sure? I-I don’t want to die.” “I’m fucking positive.” He growled. “If that bastard wants to come here and start trouble, he’ll find he can’t push through us so easily. We’re the Tennessee Breeds MC.”

There he was— leaning against the auditorium doorway, dressed in all leather black, clutching a helmet, exuding that dangerous calm was— Killian Lancaster— The school bad boy— The school rebel. The dream boy of every female. Boys wanted to be like him, girls wanted him as a boyfriend, teachers saw him as a nuisance who's hardly in school or attended classes but somehow aced all his classes. He's freaking hot with his tall lean intimidating height, coupled with his pretty face and his long jet black hair hanging on his shoulders to round off the ensemble. His water glass eyes that melted both boys and girls fixated on me.

My palms instantly grew damp, my stomach queasy at the thought of being called something so sinister like THE HUMAN SLAYER again. PLEASE DON’T ASK ABOUT THAT DAY. PLEASE DON’T ASK ABOUT THAT DAY. PLEASE DON’T ASK ABOUT THAT DAY. I repeated it like a prayer in my head, over and over again, as though it might shield me. “Meet my friends and partners,” the Alpha King continued, gesturing to the men one by one. “Alpha Xavier of the Lunarhaven pack. Alpha Talos of the Nightweaver pack. Alpha Ashford of the Whiteclaw pack. Alpha Damon of the Thorncrest pack—and his nephew, Ivan.”

While they picked up the pieces of the broken tablet a cold chill crawled down their spine as if a looming shadow was watching over them. War raged all across the 12 rings of New Dawn as the Nobles who led their supporters against the Redrdige royalty while their mercenry forces caused as much chaos throughout the agriculture and financial district while pillaging them at the same time. Victor and his family held their ground as the rebels tried to breach the palace of the Eternal knight as the family made their last stand around the throne of the Great founder. Despite the knights defending the civilian district blood was spilled all across the great ark as hope began to dwindle among the r

Duncan’s roar shakes the foundation of the concrete room our pack huddles in, his grief ripping through him. It was some of our Hounds that found the bodies this morning, lying there in shreds in the middle of Millennium Park. Our Hounds are just as they sound, pack members that serve as police officers and homicide detectives by day. We all have our place, a way for us to blend in seamlessly. We all hold jobs like anyone else; civil servants, politicians, physicians, CEOs, bakers and students. Unless it’s a full moon, it’s nearly impossible to know we’re anything different than humans.