Rider Club Novels & Stories

~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.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

she looked at me and I nodded. "My Uncle Bruce was a member of the Demon Riders MC." she added quietly. Joker gasped along with Blade while Dom, Decker, Jaden and Ash looked confused. Thrash closed his eyes and muttered a curse. "Who are the Demon Riders?" Dom demanded. "Yeah, I've never heard of them and we've had business with every MC in the area." Decker added.

Rider muttered. “He is right; we have been going on free trips, and we will be going on one soon.” Trye supported. “Where?” Yulia sounded bored. “Where are you guys headed?” “Hawaii.” Another man answered before the rest could. Yulia raised her brow. “Who are you?” “He is the number one racer of all time.” Rider inquired. “He is also the brother of our club founder.” The man got off his seat and placed his hand on the table next to Yulia. He peered down at her.

Finn said and I glanced at him. “The famous Rider Rex club?” I asked in shock. “Yes. I guess you know about it because it's popular.” My lips hung open knowing Vladimir is filthy rich. I have heard a lot about them and Father has tried to build the same but it wasn't easy. If Vladimir owns it, then he must have been hiding his skills. Even when he raced back in Father's Pack, I always knew he wasn't an amateur. “But it actually ran deeper than just a mere motorcycling club,” Finn said and I wonder why he said something like that.

“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

"What inaction troubles the Council?" "The human rebellion." Elder Tomas spoke this time, his scarred face showing evidence of battles fought before I was born. "A motorcycle club armed with silver, preparing for war against supernatural forces. Word has spread across territories. Whispers that wolves are arming humans for conflict." "Whispers," I repeated. "The Council concerns itself with rumors now?"

Jax ate like nothing happened, but his foot stayed hooked around hers. "Tell me about you," she said, needing to talk, to slow this down. "The Reapers, that's your club?" He nodded, his fork pausing. "Yeah. It’s a motorcycle club. We ride, protect our turf, and some call us outlaws, but we're family." "Dangerous?" "Can be." He set the fork down, leaned in. "But I like danger. Keeps things exciting." His hand found her knee under the table, sliding up her thigh. Slow and teasing.

“That’s fair.” Mrs Bishop clasped her hands together. “How’s everything at the club, Ryder?” “Busy,” he said, taking a bite. “But good. Got new recruits. Trying to keep them from getting themselves killed on the first ride.” Debbie rolled her eyes. “The usual biker babysitting.” I leaned back, watching them bicker affectionately, the kind of family noise that fills up all the empty corners inside you. I didn’t realize how much I’d missed it until right then.

CHAPTER 23: RIDER IN THE CLUB ZARA: Rider Stormfang. ​My heart skipped multiple beats at the sight of him. Rider had just stepped into the club. ​My breath hitched at how devastatingly handsome he looked tonight. He wore a charcoal-grey suit that fit his frame like a second skin. His hair was perfectly styled and he had one hand in his pocket. He was a perfect image of every woman's dream.