Wicked Souls Mc Novels & Stories

Santini had given me the stage name ‘Serena,’ and I wore a mask with a red wig so no one would recognize me. At Club Seven, rule number one was to never touch a customer; once you do, there's no going back, and you become cheap in everyone's eyes. I broke that rule tonight. His name was Dante Spinelli, the current Mafia boss in the city. When Howard messed with the Spinellis, we had to hide for our lives, but Dante had no idea I was a Vixen. Each time we had to perform for Dante, he was either calling us whores or bitches. Santini wouldn't ban him for 'personal' reasons.

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.

My ribs screamed with every breath—courtesy of Derek's boots three nights ago in that motel parking lot outside Tucson. "You cannot run forever, Jenna," he had said, his voice cold as winter. "I will find you again." But I had run. Again. A rumble split the air. Deep. Mechanical. The kind that made your bones vibrate. I lifted my head and saw them. Six motorcycles rolling down Main Street like they owned it. Leather. Chrome. The devil's head patch on their backs—red eyes, fangs bared. Devil's Reign MC. My blood turned to ice.

POV: Micah Thorne "I’m taking it, Morga. Try to stop me, and I’ll burn this entire sanctuary to the ground with your sisters still inside!" Micah’s snarl ripped through the incense-choked air of the Raven Coven’s inner sanctum. He stood before the high altar of the witches, his fingers curled around the hilt of the Soul-Sunder, a relic that felt like a block of ice carved from the void. The dagger hummed, its jagged obsidian blade pulsing with a rhythmic, ghostly light that matched the frantic beating of Micah’s own heart.

Then he gets serious again “Almost all our members under the age of twenty five want to join your club..but I want you to recruit new blood, too.. Military.. wolves.. or human.. Find some clean, cute Sweet Butts.. your men will thank you. A lot of them need to let off steam.. and they like to do it by fucking.” . Maddox shrugged “Maybe I will have Valerie and Delilah choose the girls. I want to keep the tradition of our clubs being a safe haven for rejected or widowed wolves.” . Venom nodded “Manic will be staying here with his boys. Derek and Brock are his rocks now.. since PeeWee was killed. Losing your mate is devastating.. without his boys.. I doubt he would have made it. Are you keeping

Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away. I never saw her after that. It was safe to assume that she’d died in WitchFall. Most do. I knew. It was a massive torture chamber where witches confessed to their sins. We watched the older man coming down off the hill from his towering fortress. His powdered wig and overly elaborate cravat carefully in place. “An evil one.” My eyes narrowed. “You only say that because of his pursuit of you.” “No. There’s something wrong with him.” I insisted. “Saria, you been saying this for years.” She groaned. “He’s the most powerful man in our village and the six surrounding.”

“But – but I thought these guys were from a motorcycle club. Kirk Jensen doesn’t run an MC, does he?” King gave her a hard look. “What do you know about Jensen?” “Just what you can read in the papers.” Sarah swallowed. “Drug dealer, pimp, accused of murder, but not enough proof of any of it and never any witnesses. So he’s a free man.” “Right. And the MC these guys belong to? The Fallen Angels? They run Jensen’s drugs for him, up and down the state and over into Nevada. They take out his enemies and rivals too, and with extreme prejudice.” King held her gaze. “Bad fucking news, darlin’. Believe me. Jax needs to stay close ‘cause I get the feeling that something’s about to go down. They look

Only bad things bring everyone together—like death. Every time a biker dies, they all return to lay him to rest. Even the retired ones. Even those who’ve walked away. As for the Sons of Chaos MC, I don’t know much about them,just that they’re the richest biker group across the states. They own more businesses than any other MC, and they’re also the most populated. I’ve seen them fill up an entire bar before, and I once overheard Daisy and Matt saying that wasn’t even half of their members.

“Thank you, friend.” “He arrived with a group yesterday. They were all new mercenaries, none of us knew any of them, but they agreed to our laws yesterday and have already broken one. I’ll go talk to Baddek now and tell him what has happened. I expect he’ll be questioning the rest of the group and seeing them away before dawn.” “I will join you shortly.” “Nay, tis no yerr place. Only one man wronged ye and he be dead. Baddek was elected to be the one who would see our laws upheld. You see to yer wife”

I said as I meet his eyes and I saw the glint of sadness and loneliness as he smiled at me and then turned around to gather his things. When he took his leave, I sat there looking at Cassidy, and for a moment, I let myself feel the familiar sadness and loneliness. Regretting my decision and wish that I could spend more days with Devon, as me, as Hannah, and not us someone else. Suddenly, I felt my heart aching, Lucy's heart seemed to stop beating. I grabbed the arms of the chair as I gasp for air. I breathe in deeply and I calmed for a bit. "Damn, this body is weak. I need to do something fast." I got my mom's phone from her purse and searched for possession of dead bodies. I was horrified b