Alexander Tekken Novels & Stories

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...

He made that clear with his dangerous tone. I looked at Landon shaking my head again but it was too late. He had already swung his fist and hit Alex's perfect jaw. I think I heard a crack sound as a result. I was not sure from who the crack sound came from but I suspected it was from Alex. London had a black belt in taekwondo. No way Alex's perfect sharp jawline survived his fist's impact.

"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.”

He chuckled and said, "Tone down your voice." Drake let out a long sigh before casting an eye across to Emily. He gave her a little head shake before gently petting her pallid hand. Damn it! There is an issue with the Alpha, who appears to have a problem with his stray. ’ Dillon had this concept about the beta. He considered asking him for more but ultimately decided against it. After Drake had finished speaking, Dillon maintained his silence. “Dillon?” "Yes, alpha?" Drake sighed. He questioned, "How are you able to declare that you like a woman?"

"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."

And in the center of it all, is Alexei. He’s bare from the waist up, built like some sweat-slick deity carved out of hunger and muscle. The tattoos coil over him in the light, a dark cartography of sins and stories. He’s swinging a Blackthorn practice blade that looks too heavy for anyone but him, and he’s moving like a tornado. “Again, Tarek!” His shout cracks against the stone like a whip. “You’re flailing like a blind goat! A child with a wooden spoon could take that sword from you. Plant your damn feet!”

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.