Vagabond Mc Novels & Stories

He answers when his nerves and emotions calmed down. Again, that only got Selene frowning more, still not understanding the entire situation. She turned to the individuals in front of them with confusion. From her understanding, a pack is similar to a group or family, and from what she can say, the youths along with the elder werewolf can be as such, seeing how they acted so close to one another. “How does one become a vagabond, exactly?” She shifts her sights back to the beta. Ben’s shoulders shifted uncomfortably, his lips twitching from discomfort at the question.

It was Hacker, a prospect of the MC. "Glad to see you back, boss," Hacker said with a bright smile. "Find that asshole for me. Now," Venom ordered, ignoring Hacker’s cheerfulness. Hacker’s smile faltered, but he obediently got to work, typing furiously on his laptop. The doctor continued checking Venom over in silence. “Pedro runs a small MC called the Syndicate. He’s fifty years old…” Hacker spoke quickly, his fingers flying over the keyboard, his eyes glinting with excitement.

Mavericks men were not monsters, instead of hurting the young prospect, some of them stopped to help him up while the rest chased after Tony catching him before he reached his bike. ‘Tell that fucking pondscum you call Boss, this is what will happen to the rest of your Club if you dare to show your faces in our territory again.’ They beat him until he could barely move, then tied his hands to his bike and sent him on his way he did not attempt to check for the young prospect who had arrived with him solely intent on saving his own skin. The prospect, Jamie, had stared open-mouthed and terrified as Maverick approached him until the young MC King had smiled, handed him a beer then offered him

It was obvious that this MC was allied with the Rebels closely. As I got a look at the MC name of the back of one of their jackets, I could feel myself pale. "The Saints?" Viper asked in a weak voice. The Saints were one of the largest MC's around, as big as the Lost Boys and just as vicious. If they were with the Rebels, it was going to be harder than I though to get Petal and Margo back. "You fucking traitor! You're no brother of mine!" Shooter yelled at Joker who just shrugged.

"Let me show you what you will miss if you dare abandon the woman you love just because of fucking loyalty. She yelled, crying out to look more pitiful. She began to undress herself while locking eyes with Jace, who looked stunned and short of words at her action. Before she could move into taking off her underwear, Jace stopped her, Fine, you don't have to do this; I will come with you, he mumbled after a sharp intake of breath. He wiped the tears off her face and helped her dress back. After the whole emotional stuff, the two swore an oath of never leaving each other till death. They carried the bags of treasure and exited the forest to go and begin a new, promising life together. Back in

Sure enough, there was the woman with Satan’s most notorious, nefarious reputation, and in this place, that was really saying something. Vixen was known as the MC’s favorite ride – and she was rumored to have been with every one of the guys, and multiple times. She was the ultimate pass-around, the quintessential biker’s whore… and she was smiling sweetly at Scars, whilst wearing very little at all, as usual. The woman was smokily and sexily gorgeous, about that there was no doubt, but she had that brazen, aggressive, unpolished beauty of a wild creature. There was nothing demure or elegant or wallflower about Vixen as she carried out her waitressing duties. She was, to her core, an MC bar b

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains mature and intense themes: forced proximity, emotional struggle, possession, obsession and situations that some readers may find disturbing. The story narrative explores complex dynamics of power and non consensual scenes in fictional settings. Characters evolve and experience significant growth and transformation. Readers discretion is strictly advised. *** ~She was his collateral, held against her will. He was her captor, his obsession. From enemies to lovers, neither would walk away unchanged.~

He chuckled shortly and shook his head the same way you'd do when you know your toddler was lying to you. “Word is that The Dead Revenants are currently engaged in a rival feud with the Hellfangs MC. Now, while I don't know who those notorious criminals are, I assure you that I'm gonna find them, Mr Voss.” He actually knew so much, too much about the gangs, I'll give him that. But whatever he was up against, he had no idea of how dangerous it was and how it would all turn against him in a bad way if he dug too deep.

The Mistbane territory thrived under our care, and we had each other—stronger, wiser, and forever bonded. And as we stood together, hands clasped, hearts aligned, the first light of a new dawn touched the horizon, painting everything in gold. Our story was no longer about survival or struggle. It was about love, power, and peace—and it would last forever. “After all, I was once just an exiled rogue, a soul who had fallen to the savage beast within. I was far from perfect—but we were perfect for each other. And that was more than enough.”

I explained where I’d been and what happened since I’d thought Nevi abandoned me. When I told them about Bobby, they looked at each other quizzically. It was then that I knew I could no longer keep who and what I was a secret. I came to the conclusion that, although Nevi may not be able to impregnate a human, I was not a mere human. Not only did I have an excessive amount of vampire blood in me, I was a handler. The truth needed to come out. Besides, since I’d lost Nevi anyway, I saw no reason to withhold it.