Alex Rider Graphic Novels & Stories

A low growl rumbled in his chest. "First rule of teasing an Alpha, never let your guard down," Erik said, through the link, his voice full of amusement. Phoenix laid on her back under him. Our black paws limp in front of us, she let out a playful whine. Creed frantically backed up, sniffing us for injuries. We quickly spun over and tackled him to the ground. Phoenix let out a low growl in return.

I guess he just…wants to stick around. Or maybe he’s looking for the ‘thank you’ that’s honestly due to him. Before I can continue wondering, my phone vibrates with a text message. I reach into my pocket and pull it out, seeing it’s something from Alex. He sent a stick figure picture of something that looks like a deer. Only, it’s standing on its hind legs and looks to be very upset. There are even flames sprouting from its head, its front hooves on its hips as it huffs.

My wolf pressed forward, furious at the insult. “Careful,” I warned, my voice a dangerous whisper. “You don’t get to talk about her.” Her brows shot up, delight sparking in her gaze. “Oh my god. You do care.” She laughed, leaning back on her hands, triumphant. “Jaxon Wolfe, Alpha of the Moon Riders, untouchable, unshakable and cold-hearted now turned softie, is looking at me like he'd rip my fucking throat out just for mentioning a human's name. Fascinating.”

“Command you to change your form? Kent you just met her and she already has the power to—this was my point exactly. She was able to get you to change Kent. You can be in her power in no time. She already has a very charming aurora. I was nearly sucked in. I can't imagine what she is doing to an Alpha.” She was sending me wild. Her smell. The color of her hair, and how the blond turns into gold in the sun. I was close to wagging my tail in front of her when she asked me to change. I needed to keep away. Max was right. A Wolf Rider’s power was stronger for an Alpha. “You're right. I am going to keep away from her. I'll just ask Madeline to accompany me the next full moon and I can talk to her.

He said with a soft smile as he took his wife’s hand gently and caressed it. “He’s right hunny.” The Luna says and Runa only smiled and nodded. A man stepped out, stood at least five-six, and looked young. “This is Alex, he’s unmated and is a very excellent fighter. If anything happens,” he paused before glancing to Alpha Ace, “Report to us and keep her safe.” “Of course Alpha,” Alex said, crouching down to get bags and placing them in the car that awaited her. She grimaced a bit before giving her farewells to her friends, Sierra and Milo, and her pups she trained for years.

It also invited them. She felt the shift before she saw him. A ripple through the crowd. Warriors stiffening. Voices lowering. Then he stepped forward. The Alpha of Raven's pack. Tall, broad-shouldered, silver threaded through his dark hair despite his relative youth. His presence was sharp in a different way than Rex’s less controlled, more performative. A smile played at his mouth as he looked up toward the tier where she stood. Not at Rex. At her. “Well,” he called, voice carrying easily through the stone and steel. “So the rumors are true.”

I did not know whether his words were intentional or he just said them casually, but the fact that he was going to be with Rosie made my chest ache a little. "I'll think about it and give you your answer tomorrow morning," I replied just so I would not have to hear any directly or indirectly hurtful words. "Thank you," he smiled brightly. Alpha Aaron was good-looking in every way. He was tall, not too lean yet built, and had the face of a model straight out of the famous Wolverine magazine covers, literally because he made it to the front page every now and then. I understood if he needed a decoy for the night. What I did not want was unnecessary attention from other people, especially when

As soon as she returned to the homepage, Alex posted a selfie of him in training. In the picture, Alex was wearing his signature silver round glasses with his dark grey hair neatly parted in three-seven. His fair skin and delicate features complemented each other perfectly, making him look extremely cute. He was undoubtedly the most charming video game player ever. Studying his flawless face, Xyla could finally understand why Alex had the most female fans in the entire gaming industry. How could a young girl not fall for someone so good-looking, talented in playing games, and had a strong background?

Instead of Ryker pulling my shirt over my head, he moved to stand behind me and I could see the concern written all over his face. He wasn’t looking at my reflection, instead, his eyes were focused on my back. I felt his hands lightly brush over the thin material of my tank top, as his lips thinned in a straight line. I didn’t need to ask what he was thinking about, because I could see it in the worry lines on his face. “You have a crescent mark behind your right shoulder.” Ryker whispered. Turning to the side, I pulled my shoulder forward so I could see what he was talking about. In the mirror, it looked like the mark that I noticed on the Alpha King’s wrist. It looked more like a tattoo th

“School isn’t box. School is me. And crew. And 3 PM. And home. Boxes are for old. I’m 6. That’s new.” _Thump._ “New,” Adrian said. Standing. Picking Alex up. 6 years old. Still fits. For now. “New is good.” “New is 7,” Alex said. *8:47 PM. [SFX: BED. THEN BOOK. THEN SIX.]* Alex’s room. Not mine. His. Shark nightlight. On. Posters. _SPACE_. _SHARKS_. _DADA_. He drew that one. Stick figure. Cape. “Because Dada saved me.”