Rebel Knights Mc Novels & Stories

“What does that mean?” “They’re…deformed somehow. Their fangs don’t form correctly, or they’re completely rabid, some are reborn days after the ritual and come back semi-decomposed…and they don’t heal at all. More than ninety percent of neophytes have to be put down right after they’re reborn.” “I didn’t know,” Vesper whispers, completely horrified. “How could you? You never leave this place.” “Why is it happening?” “We’re not supposed to procreate this much and this fast. That is what I’ll use as my cover when I go to see Baron.”

Oh shit… That’s when I remembered the story and I mentally facepalmed. If I say Alpha James then they’ll know it’s a Knight and they’ll know they can get to him. ”The alpha of The Celestial Pack says they’re waging a war on the Knights. Is it in relation to this war that you plan on using Malia?” Anything I said now would tie me to James, to being a Knight. We were so close to getting her and walking out of here, without there being any bloodshed.

Ken said trying to calm me down. The Knights is a group of five Sins famous for strength and unity. The members are King, Queen, Heart, Spade, and Ace, the leader. As of now, The Knights are on top of the leader board after defeating us last month. I’ve been aiming to challenge Ace again but the rules won’t allow two team members in combat consecutively. The combat schedules are made by the MC’s and they made a system wherein a no Sins will fight again within a span of four months. That means I have to wait to be able to fight Ace again. Deep in me, this combat doesn’t mean that much. I just came here to see her again. I wanted to know who she really is. I once had my doubts but things just

The kid had discovered that her partner had been kidnapped by the Famiglia, and the Italian cunts were going to kill him unless we helped rescue him. While we sure as fuck were no white knights, the Hell’s Rebels MC was renowned for the quality and their level of production of ghost guns—a type of weapon that had no serial number on them, so they couldn’t be traced. When we’d cut a deal, we’d gone in and saved the fucker, but I’d gotten shot up in the process. I knew for a fact that we’d lost another of our men too. A sad day. And even worse, my body hurt like a fucker.

“We don’t make a habit of burning people’s homes down but that bastard deserves it.” “Who are you people?” Maribell wondered out loud. “We’re the Devil’s Knights, darlin’. You can call me Jude. We’re not like you’re thinking so you can wipe that terrified look off of your face.” The old man said, correctly judging the look on her face without looking at her. “Most of these guys are retired military and they’ve mostly gone legit.” Margo assured her. “Margo has known most of us since she was in diapers.” Jude rambled on.

had been sniffing about in the area and wondered if they were just passing through. Gunner had recalled running into them a while back, he had not liked the look of the group who had apparently taken on another chapter during their expansion runs. The Howler M.C. and The Alpha Dog M.C. had been more or less even in terms of their true nature. Jake Gladstone was the club president and like Brick, he had wanted to break away from the more traditional wolfpack way of living. He gathered his own band of rabble-rousers and took off for longer sunsets and an endless trail much as Brick did but he was of a different sort given to high terrorism for sport despite those he had in his company not know

"The men who fall in love with you don't let go easily." I turned to face him. "Including you?" "Including me," he nodded seriously. "Never." Three months later, we were in Las Vegas. The MGM Grand. A high-stakes negotiation was happening tonight. Control over the East Coast arms smuggling routes. A two-hundred-million-dollar deal. Leo and I were there representing the Russian syndicate. "Who's our competition?" I asked the hotel manager. "The Vitale family." My fingers twitched. A year. I thought I'd never have to hear that name again.

“No women. No kids. Those are your rules, sir.” “That’s right.” Rebel stood next to Clint, towering over him as he pocketed the rebel wolf’s blade. He cracked his knuckles once again with a menacing crunch. The sound sent a visible shiver running through the other wolf. “And if I ever see you lay a hand on a woman again, next time, your queen won’t be here to save you,” Rebel growled. “I don’t want to see you near the Midnight Coyote ever again.” Rebel stared down at her attacker, his face full of pure contempt. “Now run, coward.”

After all, he seems to have enough good quality to be drafted into the Knight Division, Major Fontana would love to have a soldier like him. “yes, Your Highness…I am Joseph John, a Knight that served the previous City lord…and yes, I am the leader of the Rebellion army that went against the current city lord…”.(Knight Joseph John) “What driven you to rebel?…”. “There were plenty of reasons, Your Highness….but what is important is that..the people can no longer live under their rules…”.(Knight Joseph John)

I walked upstairs thinking everything was going to be alright. A little secret won't hurt. Besides, it's not like I have any commitment to any of them. I'm a witchy woman! I'm only here for the sex and the fun! No feelings allowed! They are after all only my rebound men.