Novel & Cerita Werewolf Motorcycle Club

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Thoughts ran through her head as she listened to the loud rumbling sound the thunder made. She remembered something, something so dear to her heart, the cruel manner her parents died. She remembered it like it was yesterday. Her father was a strong werewolf, so strong that he could control people's minds just by staring at her, her mother, a witch. She was strong in her own way. A great battle broke out and their survival rested on their shoulders. The responsibility of defending their town Crimo, which was later renamed as New York, fell on them. They fought with a fierce spirit but they were overpowered.

I'd been so careful for months, and now everything was ruined in one moment of mechanical failure. Then I heard the sound that made my blood run cold, the deep rumble of multiple motorcycles approaching. Heavy bikes. Harleys, from the sound of them. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as five riders rolled into the circle of light cast by the spectators' headlights. The lead rider dismounted with predatory grace. Even in the dim light, I recognized him. Everyone in Coldwater knew Dax Steele. Six-foot-three of leather-clad muscle, dark hair pulled back in a knot, and eyes that could cut through steel. The Vice President of the Iron Wolves Motorcycle Club.

I released Mohawk from his agony and focused on my new piece of meat. “How may I be of service, Witch?” he asked with a courteous boy. “I am looking for a group of werewolves, they call themselves the Aggrieved.” I replied to him. “You are in the right place, if you will follow me,” he said and turned away. I stepped in beside him and we headed into a what I assume to be a nightclub. “How do you know that I am a Witch?” I asked him as he led me into indoors. “You brought a werewolf down to his knees without lifting a finger.” He answered as he passed a huge bouncer who ignored him and me.

Despite my frailty, the former alpha female's aura still commanded respect. "Luna, may the moon bless your union," she said, her voice trembling but joyful. Dominic knelt before my grandmother, a gesture of profound respect rarely shown by alphas outside their own bloodline. He listened attentively as she shared traditional pack wisdom and blessings, showing no impatience despite the ceremony's interruption. The gathered pack members, sensing the shift in power dynamics, began offering congratulations. "The alpha and his mate are truly moon-blessed!" "Who claimed the she-wolf had no mate? Her alpha merely arrived with the hunter's moon rising!"

The Moon Goblets exploded the moment my parents raised them for the ceremonial toast. Red wine mixed with Firethorn extract burst across my mother's face, soaking the dress she had spent months preparing for my Marking Ceremony. My father threw himself in front of her. He slipped on the shattered crystal, crashing to the floor as broken glass sliced deep into his palm. Evelyn Ashcroft smiled. "Oh, Moon Goddess. I didn't expect the trick goblets to go off so easily!" She wore a pale gold dress that looked far more suitable for a Luna than an Alpha’s assistant. "They look like they crawled out of a rogue camp." My whole body shook with rage. Evelyn blinked at me, looking perfectly innocent. "Y

But after pondering for some time he replied, “A pack just committed something unforgivable, I'll be going there to fix everything” He didn't tell her the whole truth. It was to protect her and to not make her worry of his well-being. Blood Moon Pack is a dangerous group of werewolf, among all packs in existence, they are the only one that lust for blood. They are like a wolf vampire, a savage creature. Their group was known as the descendants of the blood king and was known as the vampires pet. In the past, their group was considered a family, living together in harmony with the other pack. However, one night destroyed their beautiful image, they started becoming crazy.

This revered place is where werewolves come of age, receiving their print for normal wolves, and the beginning of their first turn – normally at the age of sixteen. The pack gradually filled the rising tiers of seats where werewolves sit next to each other regardless of hierarchy. But there are intended areas inside the Paramount for the council elders and members, as well as the seats of the reigning royals of the pack. Gifting of marks and commemorating a wolf’s coming of age have been a special occasion in Moon Valley for both packs although they have different ways of honoring such significant events in a werewolf’s life. It has been a tradition to honor the werewolf’s print and also gui

Drew said in a playful tone after seeing that Kyle had ended the call. About two hundred years ago, a war broke out between the rogue Vampires and Werewolf's. Kyle's past self, Duke Kile Chen was among those who fought in the war. At that time, the Werewolf's defeated the Vampires and soon, they seemed to coexist without any troubles. But now, it still seemed like there was bad blood lingering in the air because of Grey Jang the vampire who seeked revenge. Unbeknownst to Kyle, there was another creature who seeked revenge also. War awaits...

They both smiled and then the blond whispered something to the brunette. Then someone turned on music... not just any music... tribal music. Soon, party goers started swaying to the music. But I tried to ignore it. Above, the moon shone brightly adding another layer of light to the party. "We?" Then what Cruz had said brought me back to the present. "Is this a motorcycle club?" Cruz smirked, lifting an eyebrow. "Do you see any motorcycles?" I looked around and there was one parked near the house. "Yeah. That one."