Renegades Mc Novels & Stories

I keep my arms crossed and my eyes on Adrianna as she brings out every single toy she has ever owned and shows Chance. Austin, Chance and I were the only ones that came here. Austin had Slice and Ghost go over to the hospital to keep an eye on Candy, Max is with Shawna, and Bone is with Abby while she visits Julia, Austin's mother. The rest of the old ladies were called and told not to come to the clubhouse. Since this is a threat to us, we are officially on lock down. It's strange knowing we were just betting on an MC not being real and it all being some elaborate scheme to get to our heads from Alberts, and now here we are not one hour later, trying to figure out who the hell the Rejects M

She's always the life of the party, I stand on the porch watching it all, feeling a mix in my gut because Nova being back is good for numbers, she brings her small group of riders tough as any of us, but it complicates things I have not figured how to handle yet. She spots me and walks straight over, arms open, hugging me tight against her like always, her scent hitting familiar leather and that spice she wears. "Reign," she murmurs in my ear. "The place looks the same. You holding up with this war shit?" "Yeah," I answer, hugging back a second before pulling away. "Good to have you and your group." She grins, stepping back looking around. "Heard about the ambushes. Jackal playing dirty as u

Chapter 4 I felt the air leave my lungs, my hand went weak and i found my water bottle rolling on the floor, All I heared was a rushing sound in my ear, like a wave crashing. " What do you mean they took him?", The Renegades, the most dangerous gang group most people feared, for their dubious and illegal activities, causing chaos in the city. "why will they take him?"I asked but deep down I could already guess . My mother lowered her eyes, shame and fear mixing on her face . "It's because of his gambling Lia "

"You idiots! Welcome to the world of HIV. You deserve this. Weren't we the most united, caring, and loving class? Since you all adored me so much, you should've been ready to die with me! "What fun would it be if I were the only one infected? I want every single one of you to go down with me. Let's all go to hell together!" Neil's laughter echoed even as they continued to beat him up. The gentle expression he once wore was now replaced with pure malice and insanity. There was no fear in his eyes, for he knew that nothing would change, no matter how badly they beat him up. What had happened couldn't be undone. There was no reversing the fact that everyone was now infected.

Joel aka Gamer best at games planning attacks. Brent, Jarret’s younger brother is still in the Army. After he gets out, he will be joining the club. His road name will be Army. Joel, Tracker’s younger brother is still in the Marines, when he retires, he’ll also join the club. His road name will be Rebel. CHAPTER 1 The Knights MC

When you're bleeding in the water, the sharks always come. That night, I watched a live feed of Leo's latest "business deal." He was on his knees in a grimy alley, begging a two-bit drug dealer for a loan. A thousand dollars. "Please, man, I'm good for it!" Leo's voice was a ragged whisper. "I'm a Moretti—" "You're ex-Moretti," the dealer sneered, kicking a boot into his ribs. "You're nobody." Leo surged up, grabbing the dealer's jacket. "You don't talk to me—"

I whispered over the roar of the crowd. “This is the underground,” Roland explained, leaning close so her voice wouldn't carry. “Fighting, high-stakes gambling, territory disputes... everything happens down here, whether the human laws consider it legal or illegal.” She winked at the word "illegal," making my heart skip a beat. Sensing my confusion, she took a breath. “Let me lay it out clearly for you.” Still looking at Orion through my periphery, I listened intently as Roland leaned in. “We are bear shifters, obviously,” she murmured. “But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.”

He sure had his work cut out for him. Any one being a Rogue or a renegade was despised in the werewolf community. There was not much difference between the two terms. The High council branded all those who do not adhere to the laws of the werewolf community as Rogues. It included wolves who got kicked out from their packs or those who decided to leave them on their accords. Renegade, on the other hand, were rogues who like to hurt, use their abilities to kill mindlessly. Ryan happened to be elated when he first spotted his mate, but got frustrated beyond reason when he could not find her for a year. But when he did, it was to find she was the one thing that he despised the most. All his thou

I swear I heard her backbone snap as she howled in pain, and when she stood up, she was already limping. To my surprise, she shifted back to her human form and ran naked in the middle of the chaotic crowd as the soldiers of the palace pushed the rogues out of the palace. Then one of the rogues shouted, “Retreat!” before he was beheaded by one of the Snakewood Elite Soldiers. Blood splattered on the wall, and the rest of the rogues ran in terror as Randafl screamed not to run away, but knowing that rogues were disorganized and could easily intimidate when they got overwhelmed, the old man had no choice but to retreat his forces.

"The Donovitch Madre specifically promised you would be the one! She was our best hope! Now look at us! Not only have we lost our backing, we've made enemies with them! Don't you realize? our smuggling line in Mexico just got shut down! Donovitch definitely ordered it! They could crush us with a snap of their fingers!" David continued: "To become the Madre of Donovitch family—that's an honor most women would kill for! What's a little humiliation compared to that? For the family, personal sacrifice is necessary! You go back right now, apologize to Donovitch's Madre and Leone, and beg for forgiveness! No matter what, you have to salvage this marriage!" Without waiting for my response, he hung