Vagabond Mc Novels & Stories

To Bonnie, he continued, "And I've got a very big proposition for you." "What kind of proposition?" Bonnie asked. "You should get your friends," he said. "What's the name they took after they split? The Bone Hills Howlers?" "The Howlers are no friends to the Blood Dogs," Bonnie said, sternly. "Maybe, but you're looking at the representative of each MC's primary employer." I could see by the look on Bonnie's face that this was news to her. "I need both of your little groups' undivided attention," Madoc added.

Given her occupation, she still manages to live her life with respect and an innocent, sometimes obsessive crave for McDonald's. Endowed with her naturally long hair and a fashion sense to die for, Maria heads the team of the vamps, -a five Miami-based strip group that hosts most of the wildest parties in an elite bar. But little did she know that as much as she always saw the bright side of things, her life was to be tested in a darker shade. And she'll learn that life is never be defined in black and white, -neither in any shades of her good lipstick. Wu Chang

At the sight of me looking down, Mike added sincerely, “You’re a strong and loving person. We don’t reject outsiders here. As long as you want to, you can live with us.” I patted the sleeping pup and nodded. Over the next few days, I stayed with the Night Wind pack to rest and heal. Mike showed great concern toward me and the pup. Not only did he give me a stone hut, but he also taught me how to use his pack’s medicinal herbs and tools. He never asked me about my past. Instead, whenever I occasionally stared into the distance with a far-off look, he would hand me some roasted meat or a bowl of warm water.

This was just the beginning, and our story was far from over. “Get on, we need to go,” Armando said, his voice firm yet laced with urgency. He leaned onto his motorcycle and kicked the kickstand up as I climbed onto the back, my fingers instinctively wrapping around his tight waist. I leaned my head against his back, feeling the cool leather of his jacket beneath my cheek. The bold logo of his crew stood out prominently—a devil in the center flanked by two pitchforks, all surrounded by the lettering: *Demented Devils MC*.

,Someone says and dad growls his eyes flashing golden. "I did, but way before I found my world. Now I can't imagine being with someone else. Emma has my heart and cock. The sex trafficking hasn't gone anywhere, and this meeting was to address that and the behavior towards taken males. If you are so disgusted how I run my club and pack, then leave, but know once you go Savage will no longer protect you or provide for you",Dad says making eyes go huge and many look scared. Savage is the richest club and pack in the supernatural world and to leave yo to commit financial suicide. "That is extreme ",tge nurse says, looking annoyed.

My heart seized. I stumbled back, but too late. His hand shot through the bars, clawed fingers grazing my arm. I screamed, shoving against him, but he was stronger, snarling as his yellow eyes locked on me. “Found you,” he growled. Before I could fight him off, the bond ignited like fire in my veins. Brock’s roar thundered across the courtyard, shaking the ground. In a blur, he was there — leaping, tearing the rogue from the wall mid-climb. Bones cracked, blood sprayed, and the rogue’s body hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Jaguar. The desert wind swept through the valley as the Sandcastles MC climbed onto our bikes. There was a roar from the devil himself as we kicked our bikes alive. We rode out in formation. We were the Sandcastles MC. Nobody fucked with us, because we were the biggest and baddest fuckers alive. We took what we wanted. But we also weren’t fucking stupid. We made deals when deals made sense. And right now, everyone knew a deal with the Snakes made sense before we ended up killing each other completely.

I smiled as I looked down at my belly, hoping that everything works out alright for Jacob and I. " have you ever noticed that there were never problems in our pack before and now it's the same here? Like I need some action in my life. Malachi was the only rogue we encountered for sometimes and he ended up getting adopted by Jacob's parents. Gosh, when will we be able to throw a few punches?" Micah asked as he got back in bed next to me. I had something wrapped around my hair for now since I just got it cut.

~MARCUS~ A bonfire roared in the center of the old industrial yard, its flames licking at the dark sky like hungry tongues. Around it, dozens of bikes gleamed under the orange glow, chrome catching firelight. It was the end of an era — and the beginning of something darker. The Vipers MC was dead. Tonight, the Cobras were born. I stood before the crowd, dressed in black leather from head to toe, my gold-ringed hand wrapped around a microphone.

Two enemies at the same time and almost completely destroyed the Supernatural world. Mythea City is located right below Golden Claw pack it is where the Council resides. The Council is aware of the current invasions and the city is also under attack. The movements from the Vagabond lands were quiet for a long time. The Vagabond lands is a place where travelers and rogue's gather. It was unexpected that a leader named Jason formed a group of rogue's called Midnight Howler's. This was a mistake by the Council's part, they were unaware of this secret group who will do anything to disrupt the peace of the Supernatural world.