Wicked Souls Mc Novels & Stories

Old McDonald explained. "Then what did she do next? What happened to her parents later on and what happened to her?" I asked, with all attention fixed on his words. "Suzy sold her soul to Lucifer to save her parents. That was her deal with the demons as a little girl." Old McDonald said. "And her parents got well again?" I asked. "I beg to differ. Old McDonald said. "Suzy's parents got well but died a mysterious death at night. Even little Suzy's body was hanging from the wood of their ceiling." Old McDonald said.

It was obvious that this MC was allied with the Rebels closely. As I got a look at the MC name of the back of one of their jackets, I could feel myself pale. "The Saints?" Viper asked in a weak voice. The Saints were one of the largest MC's around, as big as the Lost Boys and just as vicious. If they were with the Rebels, it was going to be harder than I though to get Petal and Margo back. "You fucking traitor! You're no brother of mine!" Shooter yelled at Joker who just shrugged.

“Not something that came from any recognized doctrine. According to him, it was something darker. Demonic. Something that didn’t belong to this world at all. Malrick wants to tap into the forbidden magic and make himself immortal. But what they don't know is that the ritual sells their souls to the Devil.” A quiet chill passed through the room. “He found it years ago,” Aiden went on. “Malrick, that is. On one of his so-called ‘soul-winning’ missions. By then, he already believed he was damned. He used to say that if he was already walking into hell, he might as well take as much power with him as he could.” I exhaled slowly. It fit Malrick perfectly.

I didn’t quite understand the hierarchy of the MC club, but I could feel it. “What is your position in the pack?” I asked Ghost. “Vice president. I’m an intelligence gatherer and am on the board. Cyrus is president. Magnus is a VP as the enforcer. He is also on the board. Diesel, Raiden, and Atlas all have positions in this generation. The rest are either elders or members.” “I see.” “Only mated women are allowed in the MC, but none have ever held a board position.” “Why?” “The strongest hold positions,” Magnus answered.

She then looked at me and said, "Winter, stop blaming Finn for this. Finn was just getting mad on my behalf. It's all my fault." Hal rolled his eyes and slid his arm around my shoulders to comfort me. Then, he said in a passive-aggressive tone, "Say, do you hear barking? Oh, it's from that bitch over there. I guess Mr. Churchill is pretty fond of his bitch and just had to show her off to you." Finnegan was devastated. He pushed Colette away and headed toward me. Hal stopped him again, and they started to fight. While throwing each other around, a medical report suddenly fell out of Finnegan's pocket and landed right under my eyes. It said, "Winter Brooke, last stage stomach cancer."

To say I was shocked to see her standing before me now would be the understatement of a lifetime. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I finally blurted out. “Okay, that one I’m going to take personally, Jase.” She crossed her arms. “Fuck you, too.” Her reaction slapped me back to reality. For the first time, I was able to focus on the other occupants of the room. A who’s who of Oregon and Washington Burning Saints were spread out within the clubhouse’s great hall. Knuckle Sandwich by RatHound was playing in the background, while a group of Saints played pool in the corner. It was all bros and backslaps, like some sort of goddamned family reunion. It looked like just about every patch from th

“Ghosts? We are eternal. Your mother knew that. She screamed our names when she offered your sister. She will scream again when we take you.” Sable lashed out with her words, “Leave our mother out of your mouth, you cursed bastard!” The Forsaken inclined its head. “Come ashore and we will show you true power. Michelle’s toys are hollow. We can make you gods.” Liora spat water. “Hard pass. I’d rather drown than join your creepy cult.” One of the golden wolves used the distraction and grabbed her leg, pulling her under. I dove after her, heart hammering. The water was dark and chaotic. I found her arm and yanked her back up, gasping.

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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*.

“You do have pie, right?” “I have pie, Havoc.” Keeley shook her head. “I always keep pie for you and Darcie. Where is she?” “Coming.” The man called Havoc slipped opposite me, taking a seat next to Monster. He didn’t bother asking if he could join us. I guessed the Savage Sons weren’t big on manners. “With the others. Fang as well.” “Why is everyone coming here?” Monster’s voice was suddenly nervous. “Because, brother,” Cyber took the seat next to mine. “The Drunken Otter is being painted and we heard some news today that we thought we should celebrate. It was Gypsy’s idea. Food and then back to the clubhouse for a party. A fucking engagement party.”