Tokyo Revengers Motorcycles Novels & Stories

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.

"Even if you want to race and I appreciate the confidence, do you actually know what you're asking? Do you know what bike he's on?" "Dodge Tomahawk," Vivian said, without inflection. "Custom build, 00258 series. Eight-point-three liter V10 sourced from a Viper chassis, sports car wheels, theoretical top speed above six hundred kilometers per hour." She tilted her head and looked directly at Zachary. "So, does riding something worth several million dollars mean you're too afraid to race against me?"

Tanya’s pain resistance is higher than normal people's due to her practicing taekwondo and karate along with other reasons. Tanya took the red 2020 Ducati Superleggera V4 that she bought 6 years ago; she was impressed when she cleans the garage a few days ago that the condition of her motorcycle is still in good condition as if somebody is taking care of it in the past couple of years. She screamed in her heart saying “Thank you!!” that she started tearing up while hugging the motorcycle. ‘Good thing there’s a spare oil here or I might have to use the pick-up truck’ Tanya thought to herself, riding the motorcycle and starting the engine before going out.

"So beautiful!" "Ms. Thompson... You couldn't see her face with the helmet on," Tom said, somewhat exasperated. "I was talking about the motorcycle! It's a Yamaha Sr400 classic edition. You should know your bikes!" Diana's eyes gleamed. Tom:... He realized he was not well-informed in this area. In the passenger seat, Mitbahl propped up his chin, gazing at the disappearing figure of the motorcycle. A faint hint of coldness flickered in his eyes.

“Who are you riding with?” She looked at the two new custom bikes that had several Renegades on either side of them. The personality of each of her men was clearly embedded in their bikes. Touching the smaller one she smiled over her shoulder. “Ink.” Tank’s bike had a wider stance and shorter body. It was blocky and bulky with straight lines and thick short handles. It was flat black with black chrome. The only flashing on it was the black Roscoe Reagan Originals emblem. Ink’s bike was long sleek lines with graceful curves and decorative ape hangers. His was glossy black and chrome with a tribal design in black chromium, the shine changing colors in the sun. The Roscoe Reagan Originals emble

She turned her head to a middle aged man with his cap wearing in reversed way and wore his overall working. The man waved at her, asking to follow him. They walked in front of those super maintained motorcycles. “Here you are.” They stopped in front of a black sport motorcycle and it seemed that it just got polished. It was fire blade edition by Honda but it had been repainted in black polished. “I have reassembled some old parts.” Mandy explained. “Since the last time you took it for illegal street racing. A year ago and I almost desperately needed it to be sold.”

Someone. Dad's eyes are still wide open, emotionless. The entire incident comes flooding back to me all at once, and I slump to the ground, the newfound energy getting zapped out of me all at once. "*We must get revenge,*" the Angry Voice in my head says, and I nod, still tired, but happy at the fact that she hasn't lost her anger mode due to my fatigue. "Let me lend you some of my strength, young one," the voice says again, and I blink. "I'm sorry, wha-"

They were trees all over the place, but the ground was covered with snow. I looked at my hand, and then returned my gaze to the side mirror. It was then I noticed a tattoo at the side of my neck. I took off the muffler around my neck to get a closer look at it. I turned my neck after taking off the muffler, the tattoo turned out to be a raven. “Who the hell have I become?” I muttered the words under my breath as I touched the tattoo with a hand. “What in the world happened here?”

“Sir, I know you have lots of questions, I will tell you, but please don't ask me for the name of the man or the family that did this to me.. Sooner or later I will tell you” He nodded, and for about an hour, I narrated everything to him, without mentioning Logan, or his family’s name. I told him about my plans, and how hungry I was to take revenge on the family. “I hope you find your redemption, Ava.. I will take my leave” Lucas stood up to leave but I grabbed his hands. “Please, sir.. Help me out.. I have no one or anywhere to go.. Please help me” he sat down back on the chair, and I saw his eyes lit. ”Revenge is a dangerous game, you might also end up dead, and..”

I asked looking around. "That's what I was telling Amy. My toys are here." He replied casually like it wasn't one of the strangest thing he ever said. Carlos noticed my blank expression that's why he continued. "Well these 'Toys' are used to give someone a brutal death. Thier are so many ways you can kill someone brutally. We have different levels of machines depending on person's deed. Starting from basic to horrendous ways of dying. Like have you heard about peeling of human skin and putting the body on fire, cutting the head, electrocuting someone, inserting pins in the whole body-"