Alexander Tekken Novels & Stories

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Eira mentally swore that if she ever found this Armando guy, she might just do something nasty to him. For a second she wondered who he was and so she looked up to find the winner. And there he was. The referee held his hand up announcing him the winner. She couldn't see his face because his entire face was covered in a black mask except for his lips and dark brown eyes. His brown eyes. Dark, bloodthirsty and fierce.

i stump out the room heading for mine. "Alexa! "he calls grabbing my arm again for the third time this night. "Don't touch me! "i scream and slap his hands off mine. "Listen to me... " "No you listen! "i hold up a hand to his face. "i don't ever want to see you again. I don't ever want to hear your voice again, and i don't ever want you butting into my shit again! "I'm breathing hard "the best thing you could do right now, is carry your dusty ass and go home to your sluty gold digging girlfriend !"

He sure loved to laugh and I even noticed that in his videos. "Yes and No. I'm only good at Taekwondo (Korean fighting technique) but the person I'm about to introduce to you is the Master of all. A world-renowned Master at that. Also..." The door opened, interrupting the man. I turned my head to see who it was and my eyes widened at who I saw. The man had a tan skin with a very tall build. He was moderately muscular but that didn't hide the charm of his face. He was so handsome that I would have compared him with Knight or Kun but he was in no way as handsome as Austin...

"Alpha, Nicholas. While I don't know him on a personal level, I do know who he is." Everyone's attention falls on my mate as Nick signals for her to carry on while my gut twists and already I have absolutely no doubt that whatever she's about to tell us next will result in me ending that prick's life. "His name is Talon Beckham. He's one of the leaders of the... pack, and unfortantly, he is my mate." Yeah, he's going to die!

"So, we should probably exchange phone numbers," Adom passes Alexander his phone, taking Alexander's in exchange. They've got a game starting up on Alexander's console. Both of them had decided to just hang out and ask each other questions naturally. Alexander raises Adom's phone and snaps a picture to set as his contact photo before handing it back. Adom just adds a small soccer ball beside his name in Alexander's phone and calls it a day. "Oh? Do you play?" Alexander asks him once he's got his phone back, thumb running over the screen. "Yeah, you could say I'm a pro" Adom boasts, picking up a game console controller and starting a new run. "Hm, I'll believe it when I see it" Alexander knoc

He growled and looked at Piper who held his wand. "Little friend, buckle up." Piper snarled to Keyton as he ran. Keyton rolled his eyes. They walked toward the hills and faced in front of the knights surrounding them. "Put the wand down, rogue!" The head warrior sneered harshly, Jayla remembered him. His name was Zerxes. "Keyton and Jayla, come here slowly." The old Alpha Matteo stepped in with the head warrior. "Don't touch our Queen!" Piper growled.

Of course he was. My gaze skimmed over the floor until I found him. Alexander. No hoodie this time, just a tight shirt, black shorts, taped hands. Every motion was efficient, restrained power. He moved like the fight belonged to him and everyone else was just borrowing space. I stayed near the edge, pretending to watch the other fighters while my eyes kept drifting back to him. Coach joined me, voice low. “Raw talent,” he murmured. “But he doesn’t always know when to stop.”

Drake was busy in the palace, leaving Emily in his royal house. He was busy training himself when someone called him outside the training room. “Alpha, alpha!” Beta Dillon called him. Drake stopped and looked at the Beta sharply. “What is your problem, Dillon?!” he growled annoyingly. He saw him with fear and unexplainable emotions. “A-Alpha,” Beta Dillon’s scared voice stuttered. Drake knitted his forehead and walked towards the door, and opened it.

"The necklace I gave him, too." Bringing my knees up to my chest to wrap my arms around them, I keep my glare thick with hatred. All of a sudden, before I had the chance to say a word, Alexander's tact changed. He glanced to the left, his eyebrows creasing. He is already a rather fierce, dark looking man, so this surprised look that crossed his face looked strange. I watched his jaw tick before he looked back at me, seemingly irritated. "I have something I must do," he says quickly, moving subtly away. "This isn't over."