The Outlaw Novels & Stories

During summer break, I returned home unannounced, hoping to surprise my family. But the moment I stepped through the door, my elder brother, Ronan, called the police. "Hello. I'd like to report a burglary at my house." Only when the police officer handcuffed me did I snap out of my trance and scream, "Dad, Mom, Julian, don't you recognize me? I'm Alba!" My parents shook their heads in unison. "We don't know her." Even Julian Murphy, the man I had dated for five years, averted his gaze. "I guess she's a stalker who thinks I'm her boyfriend." I spent fifteen days drowning in despair. Finally, my best friend, Samantha Lynch, showed up and bailed me out. I couldn't help but complain bitte

The hilltop, once just a place of memories, now stands as the site of my rebirth. I flex my claws, feeling the power surge with each movement. The others gather themselves, some struggling to stay upright, but I stand tall. I am Caden, yes, but I am also the heir, the alpha’s son, the vessel of Fenrir's might. Tonight, I have crossed a threshold. There is no going back.

“We both know what she is going to say. She will try to force you to stay with Madison. Stand your ground! I agreed, the heat of defiance pooling in my gut. “She’s got nothing on me; there is no reason I would ever stay with that disloyal bitch!” But Outlaw cut through my mind, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You both cheated, remember? You got her pregnant after betraying your wife. You are both chronic cheaters, asshole.” “Shut your mouth hole!” I shouted internally, the words turning up my anger as we climbed the stairs, one heavy footstep after another.

Mountain renegades who prowled the unpatrolled borders between the human kingdoms and the northern court. "Hold the line!" Kaelen’s deep rumble cut through the howl of the wind. He rode his black stallion to the front of our escort, his scarred face completely devoid of fear. "You are standing in the path of a royal transport of the Sovereign Court, stray dogs. Step aside or be buried beneath the snow." The leader of the outlaws—a hulking man with a jagged scar across his throat—let out a raspy, taunting laugh. He held up a heavy rusted axe.

Mindy shut her eyes as she realized what she had done… Johnny was kicked to the side by an enraged Mindy. "Get lost!" He became flustered as his greatest pride was being loved by Mindy. He enjoyed endless luxury and love with Mindy, but now that the truth had been exposed, he had lost everything! Mindy started heaving while trembling. "Someone, please call the police." Johnny quivered, and he looked at her in disbelief. "What do you mean by this, Mindy?" He stood up right away. "I didn't do it on purpose! I don't want to go to prison!"

It was my mother's voice, sharp and furious, so shrill it felt like it could pierce my eardrums. "Aurora! Where the hell did you run off to!" "Do you have any idea that Enzo got into a shootout at a south side club last night looking for you? The entire underworld saw it! You've dragged the Moretti name through the mud! Do you have any idea what you've done?"

The truck was totaled on a guardrail on the mountain pass, pushed there by a vehicle that had not stopped. A vehicle that had not stopped. Sloane sat in the hospital waiting room while Colt and Rafe went in to see Dutch, and she sat with the weight of what that meant. Someone had deliberately targeted a sixty-seven-year-old man. Not Colt, who was the President and the more obvious mark. Dutch, who was retired, who lived quietly at the edge of the compound, who had not been involved in the active business of the club for three years. They had targeted Dutch because he was softer. Because hurting him would hurt Colt more.

“Street fights, gambling… they thrive in that kind of environment. Even the Pit of Fire here at the academy, they run it.” He paused briefly before adding, “As for your friend’s mate, he’s a warrior. He stays in the academy for the same reason: money. The Pit of Fire legalizes violence, and the wolves he fights there…” His gaze flicked to mine. “They don’t walk out alive. And he doesn’t even keep the winnings; his pack takes everything.” I let out a small sigh, shaking my head. “So basically, he’s terrible!” then I declared, “I’ve lost my appetite!”

He was exactly the kind of man that she’d run screaming from all those years ago, and sworn to never even glance at again. Shay had spent years doing everything humanly possible to get away, and then stay away, from the outlaw MC life. She hated it, and she hated everything that it stood for. She hated the philosophy – such as it was – and she hated the bullshit sexist mentality, and the ownership of women, and the casual sex with a healthy dose of coercion and slut-shaming thrown in for good measure.

He says with a raised brow. I’m about to answer his question when Gideon and Outlaw, aka Declan Archer, walk in the door. Declan is a tall bastard too. His hair is dark, nearly black, and his eyes are a deep blue color, whereas Gideon is golden-haired with obsidian eyes. Declan is a true black Irish and quite a deadly fucker. The men are a true contrast. We all shake hands in greeting. Unlike Gideon and I, Declan and I are not overly friendly, but we respect each other. Hunter is a little more enthusiastic in his greeting when he steps forward and shakes the men’s hands. “Reaper, Outlaw. How’s it going?” Both men nod and smile in greeting at Hunter’s excited tone. Priest clears his throat an