Rider Mc Novels & Stories

“The Biker Brothers, the five guys that ride with the Road Warriors? Black hair? Blue eyes?” “Couple of them twins?” she asked, yes. Those guys.” “I don’t know them, but I know their president is Adam Hunt. They’re right up her alley, aren’t they?” she asked. “Not helping. Though, the oldest the brother is the vice president of that club. I didn’t know you knew their president.” “Yep. Adam his name, comes and talks to me whenever I’m bartending and he’s there. He doesn’t frequent as much as his club is starting to but the shit with your mom is gross. Where’s she now?”

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.

They make us look amazing. It’s late afternoon and we decided that a bar-b-que is in order. I turn around when I hear a motorcycle to see Dru pull up. He hops off and helps Kyaria off the bike. She looks tiny on his huge ass motorcycle. It’s kinda cute. The two of them come over to join us. “Did you get some good shots?” Gabby asks. “Yes, the lake was gorgeous.” She answers. “Not as gorgeous as me,” Aiden adds.

Rider asked. "Is she your ride or die? Your forever old lady?" Prez asked. "Yeah, I've always known she was. Now I know my gut instinct was always right. She's my ride or die, the one and only one for me." Rider agreed. "I should have never doubted myself or her." "Well then, I'd start by apologizing and then grovel at her feet until she accepts." James explained. Rider and his brothers headed back to the Vet MC clubhouse. Sunday and Monday the bar was closed. The guys had church each day gathering intel on the rogue club.

And 'Riders MC ' engraved at the top. "This is the symbol of my club. These badges are only given to the MC members. But you both look like you are newly married. Show this to anyone who stops you. This will take you out of this mess faster. Now go" he said while playing with the cigarette in his mouth. Reed nodded his thank you. The biker looks to be in his early forties. Salt and pepper hair adorns his temples and beard. He looks fit and confident. But he is a friend of Victor, which is speaking volumes about what kind of man he is.

The rider slammed on the brakes, the bike sliding sideways and coming to a stop just inches from my legs. He ripped his helmet off. He had dark hair, a jagged scar near his eyebrow, and a look of pure annoyance. His leather vest had a patch: IRON GRAVE MC. "You trying to die, Princess?" he barked. "Or did you just get lost on the way to the castle?" I was shaking so hard I could barely speak. In the distance, I saw the black SUVs. Edmund’s men. "Please," I choked out, grabbing his arm. "I need to get out of here. They’re going to catch me."

Mythril was also feeling restless all the way. The Rider was indeed faster than a werewolf's running pace, but it absorbed the driver's and passengers' magic powers to give more speed boosters. In addition, the power makes us almost transparent and invisible to human eyes. The teleportation magic might not be perfect, but it can always be relied upon when someone in high status, such as Alpha Romero, needs to travel in an instant. Due to its nature to absorb the magic power, it was a dangerous ride. It triggered nausea in my stomach. With how our Rider sped through the road, it showed me that Alpha Romero and Beta Julius were channeling a lot of their energy to run as fast as possible.

13 - Ruby Fridays — ۩ Racers, you have reached the final mission of your game - Midday Mile. This racetrack is full of danger and deception, with death awaiting at every turn. The Midday Mile racetrack awaits the final challenge for the eight racers competing for freedom. The racers have been provided identical high-performance racing cars for the ultimate test of speed and endurance. The track is one mile long and divided into six laps. Each lap contains different obstacles designed to slow and fail racers down to doom. If you wish to escape this arena of doom, you must cross the finish line first and claim the missing piece of the map that will show you the exit.

**Ryder** When Demi told me that she wanted to get out of the mythical lands I didn’t hesitate to please her. Something is bothering her and though I am the prince of the mythical lands and future alpha of the Harmony moon pack my mate comes first, now, and always. I struck another gear and my bike screamed to life. Demi squealed and held on tighter as my bike rose up leaving us riding on only the back wheel. I smiled. Her little laughs have that effect on me. I love hearing her happy. I let the bike sit back down and we continued to roll into the night. Luca on my left and Drake on my right. This is my crew, and I wouldn’t change a thing. Demi asked me to not tell anyone where we were going

I slide off the stool and follow him, my hand discreetly checking for the gun at my side. He leads me to a small building and slides the door up. I pause when I see the bike. Damn. I recognize it immediately from all the articles I read. “Yours?” I ask, stepping inside and pretending to admire it. To me it’s just a bike. I don’t get the hype. “Sure is.” I don’t know much about MCs, but I’m pretty sure this club can’t afford a bike like this without some serious outside connections. “Have you been on it?”