Vagabond Mc Novels & Stories

“Just you two out here searching? With this much wreckage shouldn’t fire department and ambulances be here?” “They are on the way.” One rogue said as the other walked around the truck stopping in the back, “Do you need any help?” Mack asked. “No, we already covered most of the territory, could use some water though.” The rogue closes to his window said. Mack hands him two bottles each and then says. “Well, I guess I better head on out then. My condolences gentlemen.” “Condolences for what? We ain’t from here.” The rogue tells him. “I know.” Mack says stabbing the rogue by his window and shooting the other in the head killing both.

He cut across the hollow toward the far edge of the camp, where a larger tent sat with its sides rolled up and a few rough tables set out front. It was the closest thing this place had to a pub … a supply tent that someone had turned into a drinking spot, with barrels in the back and tired soldiers hunched over cups. The smell of cheap ale drifted out into the cold. Brynne walked straight in and slammed his hand on a barrel. “Drink,” he told the man behind it. “All of it.” I stopped at the edge of the light. I should stop him. That was my first thought. He was the Alpha. He had a war to run, a camp full of people who needed him steady.

I ran, blind and desperate, until I found myself at the stream in the forest, the place where I’d come so many times before to escape my horrible life. I soon collapsed by the water’s edge, sobbing uncontrollably. Banishment for someone as weak as me was a death sentence. I had no wolf, no protection. The rogues would tear me apart, and my baby... my baby wouldn’t even have a chance to live. I didn’t know how long I sat there crying, but eventually, I heard footsteps behind me. I looked up and saw my best friend Jasper standing there, His eyes were filled with concern as he looked at me.

The desert felt even bigger now—an endless black sea with only four predators to guide her through it. The Vipers turned off the main highway onto a cracked side road that curved toward a cluster of distant lights. She caught a glimpse of a hand-painted sign, letters faded but legible; Steel Vipers M.C. – Private Property. No Trespassing. Her chest tightened. She was afraid, but some twisted part of her—the part that had been running on adrenaline for months—felt a flicker of… relief? These men had saved her when no one else would. That didn’t mean she trusted them.

“If you send your goons in there, they’ll be met with a locked gate and a lot of humming. It’s not gonna be an easy one for you so good luck. I’ll text you the details.” The call ends and I’m left hanging in the middle of the villa, my mind in a total puzzle. What the fuck does he mean, he’s a monk? I storm toward the door, yelling at the top of my lungs. “ALEC! Move! We’re going to the mountains!” Thirty minutes later, my ass is already seated in the back of the SUV, staring at my watch like I can make the hands move faster. I quickly make a quick call to Viktor, the Russian I was supposed to meet today for my Vegas shipment.

Now I think back I know what kind of an idiot was I. He said he was an orphan hurt by the rogues. I was a stupid fool who believed the story and took him with me. My father didn't buy the story but still, he kept him with us because I wanted him. He even agreed to our marriage. On my seventeenth birthday, I realised that he was in fact, my mate. I thought the moon goddess gave me a blessing. He launched an attack on us the night of our wedding. We were too unprepared that the fight didn't last a single day. He took over the alpha position from my father and ordered the death of my father and brother. I didn't watch it happen right in front of my eyes. That was the only saving grace he had do

He explains. "I'm not most people, you didn't even give me a chance." Macie replies. "I didn't want you to have a biased view of me until you got to know the real me. I like making up stories and writing about them. I love BDSM. I'm also a biker in a MC. No, we don't do illegal shit, and no we aren't thugs, or criminals." Caiden explains.

I couldn’t just leave them be before they can operate on their own. Also, I didn’t die within the time scape, so does that mean the story changed? Oh no, what should I do? I rolled to my sides and reminisced back about the events in the novel. Most of the events after Lancelot’s death was more or less love story between the MC and her fiance the second prince. She would also be surrounded by her harem that likes her but they could only love her from afar. Talking about harem, the first prince was supposed to be one of the harems. What is he doing here?

“Ebony, why didn’t you tell us who your family was? I know for a fact the Twilight Wolves are part of that huge McConnell pack. They’re taking over a lot of things in so many areas. Land, businesses, and entire packs.” “Yeah, well, the Vagas Moon is too now, and it needed to be taken over.” Ebony didn’t have the emotional strength to argue a point that helped them in the long run. “Look, don’t make sweeping assumptions about them before they get here. My father could have merged the Redemption Pack and the Vagas Moon Pack, but he thought it was too much to expect one pack to get up and move. A McConnell alpha wolf who didn’t have a pack was mated to Ivory. So it made sense. The Vagas Moon Pa

If someone talked to Merigold the way I talked to Sabine they would be dead. Pixie I can’t believe my soon to be ex-husband is the same man my brother hired to protect me. I know Nixon didn’t know that when he hired Viper because I didn’t know either. I knew Ethan was in a motorcycle club. But I never asked the name or what he did for it. I figured I had time to figure it out. And Mc’s don’t bother me, some of my closest friends and some men I consider brothers are part of one. I know how they work. I have been around one since I was a teenager. But I refuse to be any part of this Mc the Ethan is part of. Not only did he abandon me but he also cheated on me. I can guarantee this isn't the f