Alex Rider Graphic Novels & Stories

Richard said in his speech. "We can't just someone do this! We need a woman who is a Gifted werewolf or the princess Hailee to be his mate, it won't make any sense!" He tried to reason with other members who seemed to agree with him. It only fueled Max's fits of anger, he's been calling him derogatory names in his private mind link with Blaze, Mia, Zach, Klay and Cole. Klay laughed as he heard the young Alpha spitting mean words at him.

Creed shrugged walking away from the awkward circle we all stood in toward the door “ yeah I’ll carry her bags to the car then Alex can load them into the plane.” Ryan huffed picking up the bags that Creed placed by the door before walking out “ wait! Did you say plane?” I pouted crossing my arms across my chest “ Yes, will that be a problem?” Alex asked, looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised. He stood with his legs apart probably because of all his muscles. He's wearing a black hoodie with jeans and his hair is messy as always. He looks at me with suspicion

Pulling the sheets down, she spotted a poster of Babe Ruth, resting against a navy blue wall and one of a Bugatti on the door. Ryder half lay on top of her with an arm completely wrapped around her. She squeezed herself from his arm and stepped out of the bed. Alecia opened a drawer of a red oak dresser, grabbing a pair of black boxers and a white t-shirt. This must be a room for Ryder. It had him written all over it. She walked out of the room into the adjoining sitting room and stopped.

“Please sit there while I park the motorbike.” I nod my head, sitting on the bench. I watch as Alex parks his car, his muscles flexing through his dark shirt. What an amazing eye candy. His backpack on the bench is slightly open and as I try to close it, a sketchbook is peeking out. I bring it out, staring at it. I probably shouldn’t do this, it might be a diary but then again, can someone like Alex Vale keep a diary? I don’t think so. My curiosity gets the best of me and I flip it open, it’s a drawing of a woman, slightly older but with a bright smile. I flip the book again, it’s the same woman.

Ada can’t hold back the moans. “Fuck my love, you feel amazing. This is what I dream about,” Alexander kisses her neck. “Bite me again. The way you did yesterday.” Ada smirks and moves to his neck. She licks the spot she marked before biting down with her canines. “Fuck, yes,” Alexander empties inside of her. Ada pulls back and sees the mark start to form with her name on it. Vixen-It will fade before he sees it. Just like last night. Chill.

Ryker said, not willing to put Kade down yet. "Now," Kai insisted. "Your phone's been blowing up and the pack is asking questions." Ryker's satisfaction dimmed because of course news would travel fast, someone in the arena had probably already posted about the Rider Alpha's secret son on social media. "Give me five minutes," he said, then carefully set Kade back on his feet. "I need to handle some business but I'll come find you later, okay?" "Promise?" Kade asked, and the hope in his voice was devastating.

I don't know him and I didn't ask for his help in the first place for him to get mad like this. I turned and was about to leave the tent when I heard a growl of beast. I stiffened. "Don't test my temper human. I have a high respect with Axel but I won't hesitate to use force on you. You two were not official yet so I don't care if you're his.." He cleared his throat. "His friend." Who's Axel? I've been hearing that name since I woke up and they were calling him Alpha. I stared at the shadows that was passing by the tent. Am I in a wolf territory?

Chris watched her. And with a raised middle finger pointing toward Chris, Juliette sauntered out. * Juliette Kerson Alpha Drake was happy with her progress today, and that she finished a running race before all the Werewolves in her class, showing her skill in that aspect. I am happy with this report today. Alpha King.

I took a few steps near the cell and decided to follow Alex inside. "Stand up!" Beta Alex grab his arm upward and he was unable to decline as he uses force to make him stand and face the wall. He is tall and I can see that his almost the same build as Alex, I can feel his strength but he won't make a chance against the silver chains. My eyes searched the back of his head and notice the art printed on his skin. A letter X inside the triangular shape is written in a shade of black and three dots of red on the corners. I grab his neck. It symbolizes something significant I am sure of it.

“I don’t know. They emailed their resume and everything. The first name just says the letter L. L Walker. Says there from the east coast.” “They better not be into fucking sports bikes and bullshit. This a Harley shop not some place for the little boys that ride crotch rockets.” I stifle a laugh at Ax’s comment and just shake my head. “Nah they’re into Harleys man. Even sent a photo of their own bike. Apparently they restored an old Easy Rider and made it all chrome with the American flag on the tank and skulls etched on the tailpipes. Looks bad ass. I told them they better ride the bike here for the interview. That way we know they’re for real.”