Vagabond Mc Novels & Stories

I walk into the house, and Michael was waiting for me to return. “Any luck?” Michael asks. “Unfortunately, no. The trap went off, but nothing was inside of it.” I reply, frustrated. “We will catch him, but if we do, where are we going to hide him?” Michael turns on the kettle to make coffee. At this moment I wasn’t in the mood for coffee, I needed something stronger. I make my towards the bar. “There is an abandoned cabin a mile from here. No one will think to look for him there.” I pour a drink for Michael and me. I gave him his glass. Michael switches off the kettle and walks towards me, grabbing a seat at the bar.

“But to the outside world, this entire operation—and the Alpha himself—runs under a different title. Welcome to the Boulderback MC.” I tilted my head, the acronym sounding foreign. “MC?” “Motorcycle club," she nodded, a proud gleam in her eye. “A biker gang.” A gang. I swallowed hard, a sudden wave of panic hitting me. God, what kind of world have I stumbled into? Did I sign up for way more than my human mind can handle?

"But, Zafira, what does my beast get in return for this favor?" "Just remember to bring your fur back to this room before my mouth takes its next medicine dose," Vickon growls low, pulling my frame straight onto his heavy lap after my lips peck the corner of his jaw. "Let's go," my voice snaps coldly an hour later, my boots stepping out of the pack wagon at the entrance of Moonhollow Ridge, surrounded by eight massive, heavily armed Blackwynd dominion warriors as my silver eyes look ahead with icy resolve.

"King Vardos. We haven't come for the weather. We’ve come because the Syndicate has crossed the Black River. They’ve taken the Iron Pass. If they break our line at the capital, your borders are next." Vardos let out a bark of a laugh that sounded more like a growl. "My borders are protected by mountains and monsters, Nicholas. The Syndicate is a human plague. Plagues die in the cold." "They aren't just humans anymore," I interjected, stepping up beside my brother. I ignored Nicholas’s warning glance. "They’re using necro-tech. They don't eat, they don't sleep, and they don't die. When they reach your mountains, they won't stop at the peaks. They’ll tunnel through them."

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

She's probably worried about Sarah as much as I am. SARAH'S POV I woke up in a dark dirty alley filled with old hungry haggard looking men, they were wearing rags and some of them lay on the bare floor unconcerned about the state of the ground. As I continued to stare in confusion, unaware of where I am or who I am, the old men's attention were drawn towards me, they looked at me like I was an alien then one of them managed to blurt out.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

Maverick tried to comfort her, “In this room, this clubhouse, and this compound, you are safe.” Paige studied him with her silver eyes. “Are you sure? I-I don’t want to die.” “I’m fucking positive.” He growled. “If that bastard wants to come here and start trouble, he’ll find he can’t push through us so easily. We’re the Tennessee Breeds MC.”

Little T and Coin were sprawled out in the hallway leading to the office. Bulletholes riddled the walls, the liquor bottles behind the bar all shot to hell. Jake stepped over Nitro’s body, the anger raging in his veins. They’d been good men, all of them. Michelle had been their first lady, a woman that had always smiled and looked after all of them. He was beyond pissed off. He was ready to go to war. He pushed the office door open and clenched his fists. ‘Now we’ll take what is ours.’ It was sprawled on a piece of paper on Bandit’s desk. There were only two MC’s that wanted what the Warriors had. The Reapers and the Dogs. One of them attacked the clubhouse. Or both of them.

Midnight Run The moon hung fat and heavy over the desert highway, its silvery light catching on the chrome of two dozen motorcycles thundering through the night. Blaze Carson led the pack, his wolf stirring beneath his skin with each mile they devoured. The creative accounting that made the Iron Fangs MC look legitimate on paper called him "club president," but his true title was carved into his bones – Alpha. He ruled with a no mercy mindset, and he didn't care who thought him heartless. He also didn't have a mate yet, and he wasn't really looking. If he found her, he wanted to reject her because his life was how he wanted it. He didn't want to answer to someone else, especially a mate.