Werewolf Motorcycle Club Novels & Stories

Upon sightings of a building with a huge wolf spray-painted on the side, Vice began to slow causing a chain reaction effect on the rest of the riders. The building, which Scar assumed was the Wolves' clubhouse, was surrounded by bulky men on a selection of Harley's. The clubhouse itself was 1 story but incredibly large, Scar questioned if the men's rooms were underground. Across the club was a garage where multiple bikes stood clearly under reconstruction. He and his brothers dismounted their bikes after parking them far enough away from the Wolves. The brothers of the Sons of Satan may have to work with The Wolves, but that didn't mean they trusted them - especially with their bikes. Vice,

“I hope you do. All the best, buddy. Having a mate is challenging, but it is so worth it. They can make you tear your hair out in frustration, but then, they can make all your pain go away with just a touch. Finding my mate is the best ever thing that happened to me and now that she has accepted you, it will be the same for you…” “Thanks, man. Let’s just keep it between us for a while more until we fix everything.” He nodded at me in agreement and then left to the training grounds while I pondered whom to deal with first, the werewolf council or the witches. Well, let’s deal with the snotty old wolf dudes with an attitude problem first, shall we? With a smirk, I picked up my phone and called

" he asks firmly. "I don't know, I just got out," I try to explain but he is not having it. He grabs me by the collar of Alanis's T shirt and pulls me until we are out of the house and in front of Alby Crix's house. Alby is the oldest wolf in out pack and he is the wisest. He has all the answers. Werewolves get old, we can live for 1000 years or more but at a point we start ageing. Which almost makes us like humans.

He was working as a bartender and bouncer for the club as well, but because it was less busy at the moment, he was eating dinner before starting his shift with his mate. The four men who were playing pool were all werewolves from a pack up north. They were warriors at one point, but the Luna of their pack started to use them to entertain herself and her friends. When the alpha walked in on one of the Luna’s parties, Boyd, Alexi, Beau and Jamie barely escaped the pack with their lives. They work during the day on road construction, and on the ladies' nights at the club.

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

My grandfather named our club Wolf Blood, and since then, each member of our club, whether human or werewolf, has been called a wolf. What I love about my club is that everyone is treated here with complete respect, and we all know our brothers have our back no matter what their kind is. We all are ready to give our lives for our brothers and this club. No kind, blood, or status divides us. We all are one. "Alpha, we have spotted scorpions around our territory." Daniel, my beta, takes a seat beside me and digs into his breakfast. "We need to increase our patrolling and inform the town members to alert us if they find anything suspicious."

Roger walks over to her and goes down on his knees, "Jessica I need to tell you something, I'm not a normal guy, there is something different about me. Fifty years ago, I was hiking in the mountains of Romania and got attacked by an animal, I lost a lot of blood and was in the hospital for weeks on the edge of life, then suddenly I started healing fast, the doctors were at a loss and couldn't explain it. I left the hospital as if nothing happened. That night I was visited by a strange man who told me it was him that attacked me and that he was a werewolf, I laughed it off but he transformed in from of me and told me that soon I will be able to do the same. That moment I was scared out of my

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.