Renegades Mc Novels & Stories

Merigold lets out an inhuman growl “ I want every bunny here now! No exceptions! I want every prospect that doesn’t have a death wish here now!” It takes less than a minute for everyone together. The entire club. Even Anne is here and she doesn’t have to be. Merigold has gotten her breathing under control but hasn’t lost any of her fire. “ I am the Reckless Renegades Princess and I’m claiming my throne. My word is the law now. Effective immediately there are going to be changes. If you don’t like them. You know

They didn’t just sit them down and tell them but if a kid asked they told them truthfully. Raider was grateful to his club for having his back. He didn’t think he would have been able to raise Ethan on his own. Turns out he didn’t have to. Things were going well in all their lives. Their business was doing well and was profitable. The kids were happy and growing like crazy. The town had mixed emotions towards them. Some were terrified of them so respected them. They knew the Renegades helped keep the town safe. They kept rival clubs from trying to take over and bring their shit in. The renegades wanted to keep this town safe. Where you could let your kids play outside without worries.

Cayden didn't mind and bowed down in his presence. "I apologize for disutrbing you, Alpha Eris. We-" "You disturbed me at a very bad time, Cayden." Eris cut in annoyed towards him. "As I said we have received further bad news regarding the rogue attacks. After they striked Mythea City, Castella Castle and the Vagabond lands is in a mess. The Midnight Howlers is the name of the rogue leader's pack. He has taken full control of the Vagabond lands he imprisoned few travelers and villagers. Not only that some of the rogues reek of human scent. We believe the Midnight Howlers sided with a human enemy." Cayden's nose scrunched up when mentioning about human rogues. "Don't worry, Iris. You are much

“Crack, you got to confront him and if it’s true, get his ass out of that club! If they’re that reckless with their drops, it’s only a matter of time before he’s doing some serious jail time, along with ‘daddy dearest’!” I snorted but appreciated the sarcasm. “I know! I know,” I groaned, getting up and going back inside. “I just don’t get that vibe from them, you know?” The second I got home, I’d dug out the files I already had on the club. I was good at finding stuff that others wanted buried, and the Wolf Riders MC was no exception. Before leaving NY, I’d done my research, hoping I could save my brother for the same fate that had befallen my father. If it meant saving his hide, I’d sell my

“You certainly look…different, in that outfit Alpha Nightwhisper bought you. All grown up.” I smiled back sweetly. “It’s important to look the part. I’m sure you agree.” I looped one arm loosely through hers, steering us out of earshot of the crowd. I tried to sway a little against her, as if I was a bit drunk. “It’s been so exciting tonight, Leona. The Ridgehaven plan is amazing, of course – but I’ve even heard about some better projects in the works. More lucrative opportunities. There’s another project, Tideglass, that–”

"He holds me and kisses Angie once more before leaving with Nick. Lena is sitting on the loveseat crying as Nick kisses her and covers her with a blanket. I look at the monitor as choas breaks out all over the pack. Cars are blown to bits, and part of the clubhouse is on fire. I watch warriors put it out and fight off rogues. I see dad come into view his chest bloody as he fights off two rogues. Jack is behind him, covering his back. Both look rough but keep fighting. I fist my hand wabting out there helping my family fight. The men that were in the black vehicles walk up, and I turn up the volume as they talk. "We were promised a she wolf. Hand her over, and nobody else has to get hurt, "Da

~Nick~ The name’s Nick Gracen, but most call me Lightning. I’m the local prez of the Wild Ridge MC Club. It’s a title that carries weight, respect, and a hell of a lot of responsibility. I looked around the clubhouse, a place that had seen more action than most could handle. The air was thick with the scent of oil, leather, and a hint of whiskey—a comforting blend that felt like home. The brothers were scattered around, some tinkering with their bikes, others deep in conversation about our latest shipment.

asked Nadhea sarcasm has thrown the head of a man who was cut but by his hands as sharp as a sharp weapon before the entourage. The faces of the Rogues were deathly pale at the sight of one of their leaders lying on the ground separated from his body. Several people knelt in fear, fell silent and vomited not strong the unfriendly gaze of Nadhea Martinez emitted. Who would also want to bear this loss if the messenger recruiting them really promised something big? "Just let me answer your question, Miss Nadhea Martinez. I as a Rogue representative of the New York frontier ask Miss to stop this massacre, " pleaded the twins dressed in maroon royal clothes opening a peace appeal.

"Roxanne, your colleague and your boyfriend provided us with an important lead." Jasmine immediately handed him a document. "Agent Woods, we found this by accident. It contains communication records between Roxanne and several overseas gambling websites. It looks like she owes them a large amount of money." Callum also pulled out his phone with a pained expression and played an audio recording. "This… This is what Roxie told me in a drunken stupor a few days ago. She said she wanted to pull off one big heist so she'd never have to answer to anyone ever again…"

He hears Elena's voice first. “You have to make sure the plan works,” she says. “Accept Tori as your mate. She’ll believe you.” Wade murmurs something in agreement, and the sound of a kiss follows. Wayne steps back, his stomach turning with confusion. The headache that had subsided returns, his wolf howling in his mind, a mournful cry of a woman. The sound of his phone buzzing, wakes him up from the chaos that was unfolding. “Hey, man! Don’t forget about the underground party tonight. It’s a once-a-year thing, and you’ve been talking about it for weeks. Don’t go missing on me now.”