Sovereign Brotherhood Mc Novels & Stories

“Son, can you be calm, you’re totally right and that shouldn’t have happened , sorry for all the unconvinced we caused isn’t that right? The man asked again and almost all the men around the table nodded their heads. Well, if that’s the case then I think we have every right to start and before I do , as the oldest of this organization I want to formally welcome Zade and Luca and of course Killian formally into this. As far as I know Killian and his friends hold an elite organization called the brotherhood which is in no way affiliated with any mafia but over the years they have grown tremendously dangerous and even better than what I imagined when Rico pitched that idea to me. While I would

Dangerous. "That's Rob," Shianne pointed to each boy, slowly. "And Howard. Alpha Korr." Then she stopped and looked at me in silent horror. My throat closed. "And my father." I finished quietly for her. Silence was deafening as we all let it sink in. River picked up the photograph. "They were brothers. MC brothers." "Your father rode with Black Talon?" Cade asked carefully. "No. He was born in Ashwood. He—" But the cuts were unmistakable. Black Talon Riders. Not just pack members—a brotherhood.

My mouth opens, ready to argue it does not involve my brother in drugs, but I catch myself in time. Sadly, not in time to close my mouth before giving myself away. My brother is many things, but after watching his best friend OD at sixteen, he's not a drug runner or seller or pusher or anything like that. In fact, he promised me after being banished to Pelican Bay and the lackluster club, he would work on turning it around to a more legitimate business. There's a very thin line most clubs can walk where they maintain the reputation but can use their services for good.

I whispered. "Not just his club." Viper handed me binoculars. "Look closer." I did. My breath caught. Mixed in with the Devil's Reign bikes were others. Different patches. Different colors. "He called in every ally he has," Viper explained. "The Iron Brotherhood from Nevada. The Wild Kings from Arizona. Even the Nomads from Texas. He promised them all a share of my territory if they help him get you back." He lowered his voice. "Do you understand what that means? He is willing to start a war that will reshape the entire MC landscape. All for you."

Ridian’s POV While heading home, I managed to get hold of Mathew Grovewood of the Grovewood healing brotherhood, a sect of six supernatural creatures who had dedicated their lives to healing. By the time we arrived at Blackmoon pack, Cilla was not doing very well but Mathew Grovewood and John Grovewood were already at the pack healer’s cabin. They quickly assessed the condition, ran a few tests and got to work. Since I trusted them, I and my men stepped out when we were instructed.

I had a duty to my pack and life had to go on. Later that evening, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my phone buzzed with an incoming call. The name "Damian" appeared on the screen. Where did I know that name from? “Damian is the brother of the Alpha of Dark Brood pack. Interesting that he has our number,” Theo said within me causing me to sit up in alarm. Why would he be calling me? Dark Brood was a pack that lived by their own rules with a reputation for ruthless business dealings and connections to the underworld.

also had a pack of enraged Leviathans looking for him and the people he was travelling with. He was way deep in something the brotherhood hadn’t even sanctioned. Now, everything was backfiring and walls were collapsing around him. Trey was unconscious and he had no idea how to treat him. He couldn’t move him for fear of complicating his condition. Worsening matters was the fact that the Leviathans were hard on their trail, he could feel it in his gut. He had always trusted his gut instinct, he wouldn’t have lived this long if not for that. Now, his gut was saying that they should get the hell out of this goddamned place. The notion to ask the brotherhood for help kept tugging at some part o

I felt his eyes upon me momentarily as my stomach tightened at the possibility of where this was about to go, before he looked across at my brother with a look of disgust. My brother was known to like the ladies… maybe a little too much. This was well known around pack, and beyond, and given the look our pack elder had just given him they were far from impressed with it; but I could tell from the expression upon my brother's face he did not care in the slightest. He was an upcoming Alpha after all, and he had many options, needless to say. So, he enjoyed the single life. In a time now where fated mates were a rarity, taking a chosen mate was as selective as you wanted to make it. Much like o

Someone interfered. "France," I turned around just to see his emotionless face through the dimmed lights. Polla and Missy went back to the mini island bar with the drinking boys. I surveyed the whole place and spotted some changes. I indeed missed a lot. Richton nod his head at me when our eyes met then, he positioned himself while holding his taco. He's the co-founder of the brotherhood, he's the cousin of Lash, the founder. They're good at handling the group that's why the brotherhood have lasted for years now. We have already fought a lot of fraternities and underground games out there and we have won many times.

Or maybe the reason for the removal was the respect they had for my psychological during all these years and my habit of paying attention to those who care little about me. "You were talking about a Brotherhood..." my father begins, drawing my attention to the knife with which he opens a can of candy for Gabby. He lifts the knife and casts a curious look at Hunter. "What did they refer to?” Hunter is pale and tries at all costs not to look at my father's hands. When he doesn't answer, I roll my eyes. “We were talking about the Brotherhood that Jonathan leads. A group that profits from kidnappings and believes that it can create a new religion. Does the name Saltuk Mohament say anything to yo