The Mc Novels & Stories

Neither one of them wanted to have to make that phone call, that was damn sure. Michael idly watched a beautiful blonde woman walk out of the tattoo place with an absolute monster of a man. He squinted: it looked like the man was badly scarred on his face and his hands, which only solidified Michael’s belief that this MC was, in fact, a criminal enterprise full of men that it was better to stay away from.

Mom announced but I paid less attention as I drank my wine. "Her name is Mackenzie." She said and I choked on my wine. "What? What did you say her name is?" I said after my cough stopped. "Well she's from the magical world and right there, they all have a name with the "M" initials so just like their Queen's and King's name starts with "M", same goes for the girl." Mom expounded and I sighed. "Mom, I asked you to repeat that name again. I didn't ask for their whole life history."

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

I answered him. Malachi watched me for a few seconds then walked away when Marcus told me to lie down on the foldable bed he’d brought along. They all stayed there with me in the basement as Marcus worked on my back. I felt immensely proud to be receiving my Alpha mark. Gunnar was the only one that wasn’t there. He would only receive his mark when he turned 18, and therefore, he wasn’t allowed to participate in the ceremonies yet. “He thought you were bringing him to the basement because you know what he did,” Malachi said softly, to Kiran. I picked up on his voice, and I closed my eyes and concentrated on their conversation as they stood in the corner speaking to each other.

KOL The morning starts heavy. Not because there's tension in the air as I walk down the stairs, it's because Regal is in a good mood. When he's cheerful, he's never good. Cheerfulness means he's planning something cruel. And I don't want to be a part of it.

And shit, I find them cringe as fuck. Then, the message pops up. “DO YOU NEED A TRY OUT?!” The message says, blinking in red and silver on my screen as if my laptop has caught a virus. This is crazy. This is insane. I stare at it for some seconds before pressing on it and it leads me to another site entirely. “LA DEBAUCHÉ.” It reads. I squint and sit properly. And after some minutes, I came to a conclusion. La Debauché seems to be an exclusive gay club that has an ad running on the gay side of p**n hub and they prioritise customer’s privacy more than anything else based on demand.

Juliet smiles. “Yes my Luna, whatever my Luna wants,” Hank kisses her and they start to get heated. Suddenly Juliet pushes him off of her with a great deal of force. Hera-My name is Hera. I am your wolf! Juliet looks at Hank and smiles. Hank smiles back seeing her eyes Change. ~~~~~~ 6 years later “Alpha Terrance Biczi MD,” the MC calls as Terry walks across the stage to accept his long lab coat. “That’s my Dad,” Cary yells.

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

“Are you sure they’d still care?” Spider asked softly. “I mean, yeah. Four years ago, they were still pissed about you walking away from them, but so much time has passed since then. Don’t you think that maybe they’ve just forgotten about you? About both of you?” Mirrie stared at him, totally incredulous. “Do you know anything about MC members?” Spider shrugged and lowered his eyes. “Yeah. A bit.” “Well, one thing you clearly don’t know is that MC’s never ever forget a slight or let go of a grudge. There’s no such thing as a statute of limitations with these kinds of guys, OK? Four years is like four minutes to them, trust me.”

Moonlight Desires, a popular club frequented by MC from all the packs, was alive with activity. The loud noises from the building testified to the wild revelry that unfolded there every night. Two sleek black SUVs pulled up in front of the club, and a guard quickly stepped forward, opening the door. A polished leather boot touched the ground, followed by a tall, handsome man in his early thirties.