Werewolf Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

“That’s right. I became detective to look for her, dead or alive. However, it is so hard to find the group who probably took my sister.” “Group? What group?” “WayHoRix.” At the mention of the name of the three clans of the werewolves, Dwight and Harold’s eyes went went. No human was spare alive after discovering the secret about the hidden beasts, except Dwight and his families. “He knows the packs?” Dwight whispered to himself. Finally, he found something very interesting. “WayHoRix? What kind of group is that? This is the first time I heard about it,” Harold retorted.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

“So, about this mind speak thingy…” “Ah, that’s a type of communication magic that all werewolves have. It lets them talk with their pack members,” said John, who finally chose to speak after watching the two in their awkward situation. “Anything you say using that magic can only be heard by those you consider part of your pack. In this case, it’s Young Master Nico and I. Your parents would probably be able to hear you as well, but since there’s a considerable distance, they would likely not.” “Oh, okay…”

The Black Skulls were a much larger MC than ours, and therefore, not all members knew each other, which was perfect for me. I found my bike that was conspicuously hidden among the other bikes. Some miles down the road I peeled off the Black Skull emblem, and the snarling wolf came back into view. Smiling to myself, I felt a surge of pride at seeing it. The Wolf Riders MC! I pulled up at the club and hurried inside. Ignoring the whistles and hoots I got, I hurried up the stairs, all the way to the top floor, and entered our apartment. “Sweetheart! I’m home!” I called out the second I entered. I’d already pulled off the tie and the suit jacket followed soon after...

Their postures were deceptively relaxed, but Emma could sense the tension that ran through them like an electrical current—they were ready to spring into action at the slightest provocation. Emma studied the men carefully, taking in their appearance with a clinician's eye for detail. Leather jackets hung open to reveal bare chests adorned with tattoos of varying quality and subject matter. Multiple piercings decorated their faces and bodies, catching the light with each movement. Their hair was dyed in unnatural colors—vibrant reds, blues, and greens that stood out starkly against the monochrome backdrop of the building. They were the epitome of a motorcycle gang, with one crucial difference

“They’d kill me. It might not be as quick as when Tank killed Jefferson. It would probably be brutal like when I killed Stinger. And my body would never be found. My bike would be stripped and parts sold. Anything that would identify it as mine would be destroyed. All my stuff would either be sold or destroyed. My cut would be burned and my name never mentioned again.” “But the club….” “Is not as nice as you think it is. We got out of drugs and arms when Sinner and his family were gunned down. But we still do some shit.” He said in a no-nonsense tone. “The guys that got you in Germany and bounced you around? That’s part of what we do. Werewolf opened his security company; all the employees a

“There are several packs within the werewolf community, the Cresent pack was the very first one. The rest were made from pack members who decided they wanted to take up leadership of their own, and also to decongest the pack as membership increased. As time went on we had several packs but there are 6 major packs including ours; The blood moon pack, The Canines, The Lunar clan, The Mystic shadows, The blueblood and of course The Cresent pack. The six are considered the most powerful and most influential. But of course there are newer packs that have been stepping into limelight.

He sure as hell didn’t want her around guys – not any guys – and most definitely not his MC brothers. The MC was made up of decent men for the most part, he had to admit. Well, not all of them, and not all of the time. Sure, Wolf had taken the club legit, but these guys had pasts. Like, serious pasts. The kind of pasts that Scars wasn’t totally convinced that they’d shaken off. Not all the way.

"For most werewolves, there's an existence called a mate. Those mates are practically the other half of themselves. Once a wolf together with their mate, they will be considered a perfect being among werewolves. Thus, the strength would also rise substantially." A spark of interest grew in Asteria's heart. After living for over a year here, she had never bothered to learn about werewolves or any other races the inhabitants of this world. She wished to not have any attachments, the less she knew, the faster it would be for any sense of belonging to fade away over time. She had a faint feeling that she could return back to the world she came from. "But how's that someone can betray their own m

At the edges of civilization, werewolf packs could be found in deep forests, along forgotten trails and where places have been faded from the geographical map. In America, there are four werewolf packs. The Northern moon pack. The Southern Moon pack. The Eastern Moon pack. The Western Moon pack. The Northern Moon is located in the deep forests of Minnesota, so basically, I am based there.