Romance Biker Books Novels & Stories

The world turned orange as the blast ripped through the silence, sending a shockwave that rattled my teeth. "GO!" Ruan bellowed. The Phantoms surged forward, a wall of black leather and chrome screaming into the light. Gunfire erupted—not the muffled thuds of the assassins, but the heavy, rhythmic roar of the bikers' weapons. It was a symphony of chaos. I watched from the ridge, my heart in my throat. I saw Ruan dive off his bike while it was still moving, sliding across the asphalt and firing his revolver with a precision that was haunting. He was a god of the road, a creature of fire and lead.

He merely shot forward. The two bikers were close, neck-to-neck. “Come on, go Max!” the Outlaws cheered their leader. “Go Aston!” the Ryders cheered their leader. Giselle shouted calls of support for Max while Lexi wanted Aston to win. When they came past us again, Lexi had her boobs open. “Yayyy Aston!” I shook my head at her. Dumb bitch! Max spun his bike to throw dirt in Aston’s face. It slowed him down just enough for Max to take the leader around the corner.

I turned the key, and the machine rumbled to life, already filling me with adrenaline. The vibration under me calmed down some of the chaos in my head, especially Liliana's lips. "Try not to crash thinking about your little distraction," Landen shouted over the roar of his own bike. "Shut up!" I yelled, revving mine harder. We zoomed out of the pack house, leaving dust particles flying in the air in our wake, and through the street, straight into the woods. The southern border wasn't far, but the ride was enough to remind me who I was-an Alpha, a Ravager, not some love-drunk fool.

Clearly, Jax's claws and fangs had done brutal work. I felt a wave of satisfaction as I saw ripped throats and blood pools on the snow. The third biker lay on the snow-covered ground nearby. He clutched his gut. Blood pumped between his fingers. His face had gone pale. Jax glared at the biker. "Who sent you?" The biker coughed. Blood bubbled on his lips. “Fuck you. You… and the witch…You won’t expect what’s coming." "What does that me?"

Like Alexei who only knew how to abuse. But I can't fucking trust him. He's a monster. He kills, fights to claim what's not his, and who knows. He probably sleeps around with women too. I laid there in that big bed, before getting up to the bathroom door inside the room. I changed to my mother's yellowed dress I wore underneath that heavy wedding gown. When I came back, I sat beside him watching him breathe on the couch. His chest rose and fell. His eyes were closed. Even as he slept, he was still fucking handsome. His hair was messy. He had grown to be the most ruthless and youngest biker in the whole territory, and it made me wonder at what age he became this monster.

“Can I get you another drink?” Shaking my head, I answered her smile with one of my own. “No, I’m fine. I’m actually waiting for someone, and he’s running a little late. I was wondering if …..” The blonde’s smile cracked. Her eyes darted around at the milling people that stood laughing and joking in groups around the bar. “Don’t tell me, you hooked up with a biker last night and was hoping to run into him again tonight.” She sighed heavily. “Look, honey, I don’t want to burst your bubble but these guys.” She gave a nod that seemed to encompass the whole room. “They don’t do relationships. They don’t come back for seconds. Do yourself a favour and move on. No good has ever come from chasing a

The bikers each took a step back as they sensed the threat drawing near. Scarface gulped audibly but still tried to appear brave. “You think you can intimidate me?” he asked with a shaky voice. I bared my teeth. “I don’t think. I know.” The air around us grew hard, and then before I could utter another word, one of the bikers launched himself at me. But I was faster, catching his upraised arm and flipping him onto his stomach with a twist before slamming his front half against the truck. The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior.

"I'll absorb everything—I'll protect you from any harm coming your way. And I'd rather face the unknown with you than spend another day watching someone else try to own you." The tenderness in his voice made my chest ache. I rose on my toes and kissed him, pouring everything I couldn't say into it. As long as it was Dimitri, I didn't care what happened. When we broke apart, he ran his fingers through my hair. "We need to go. Father will send people after us soon." I nodded and climbed onto the bike behind him, wrapping my arms tight around his waist as the engine roared to life beneath us. The vibration traveled through my whole body, making my heart race with fear and excitement all at the

"We stole one of theirs last week." He peeled out, gravel spitting behind them as he took to the main road. Denise had been on a motorcycle maybe two times in her life, but it had never been like this. "Hold on tight," he yelled behind him. She gripped her fingers into the leather he wore around his waist and held on for dear life. Behind her, she could hear the bikes gaining on them. Apparently though, Liam was familiar with this section of road. He turned onto a path that she hadn't even seen and proceeded to drive them across a field. Few of the other bikers made the hairpin turn and by the time they did, she and Liam were far ahead. Shots were fired. She screamed as they buzzed her head.

Valentina nodded, letting him lead her to a clear space near the fire. They swayed together, her cheek against his chest, his arms secure around her. The rightness of it overwhelmed her—not the desperate clinging of a drowning woman, but the steady certainty of two people who had found their way back to each other through time and pain and growth. “I bought a bike,” she murmured against his shirt. “Nothing fancy. Old Sportster from Sandy’s brother. Needs work.” Duke pulled back slightly to see her face. “Yeah? When were you going to tell me?”