Alexander Tekken Novels & Stories

I stepped closer. Close enough now that if he moved wrong, it would end. “Then give me something useful.” My voice dropped. Low. Sharp. Controlled. A beat of silence. Then he did. “You don’t fail because you’re weak.” Good. I already knew that. “You fail because you hesitate.” That— That hit. Kaelen frowned. “Hesitate? Alpha Rex doesn’t hesitate.” Ash nodded. “Yeah, that’s kind of his whole thing.” The stranger shook his head slowly.

"Yeah, I think I'd consider Alexa more of a guy than him. He can't even fight Sanya." Lena blushed a bit, seemingly embarrassed by what she said about me. "Well, he just doesn't fight her back because she's a girl." "So, are you saying you can duel with Sanya? I got into sports because of her," Alexa said. "The three of us even did arnis together in high school, and Sanya is a taekwondo black belt holder, not to mention she also did judo," I glanced at Sanya, raising an eyebrow.

When we managed to find our way to the front of the ring, I could see why they were excited. Alex was shirtless, his dark jeans hanging so low on his waist that the v-line led down, giving people ideas of what was in those trousers. His muscles were toned from years of war, and he had few scars, probably from fighting as a wolf. He was fighting two men expertly. Ducking to avoid being punched by the green-eyed man while hitting the larger one squarely in the jaw somehow simultaneously.

I took a seat. The same elder spat back. "The last I remember, you were never elected as Alpha, instead you seized the seat of your step-brother, Nathan, and remanded him in prison." "It doesn't matter a fib to you. I am the Alpha of the Bloodcrest pack. And there's nothing you can do to revoke that!" They fell silent surprisingly, as if taking my words into consideration. "And the wolfless omega you brought back?" A cracked voice, that came out from the seventh elder said. "What's delaying her beheading? Don't keep the axe hungry, because it'd need more blood to fight the hunger off."

And then one thought came through clearly above everything else. Nobody knows I am here. Her phone was off. She had switched it off herself. There was a man the world called the War God. It wasn't just a nickname; it was a name earned through years of hard battles. His skills in a fight and his inner strength were beyond anything most people could imagine. His name was so well-known and so feared that just hearing it was often enough to end a conflict before it even started. Alexander Kane. He was thirty years old and stood six feet seven inches tall. He was built like someone who had spent his life doing things that required both great power and careful precision. He had short black hair an

His smile soon faltered into shock though, as he saw both Alexander and Eden take down his men even though they were outnumbered. “No way! How is this possible?!” Theo didn’t like what he was seeing. Back at the antique store, Alexander had called in the three underground kings to handle him, so he had assumed that this man couldn’t fight. Now he could see how wrong he was. Unknown to Theo Good, Alexander and Eden had trained heavily in various martial arts like Taekwondo, Kung Fu, and Muay Thai. Therefore, handling these armed men who couldn’t even handle the basis of the martial arts that they’ve learned was too easy.

He had waited all summer for this moment to finally kick this douchebag and his gang’s asses. Douglas, Daniel, and Joshua had made his last grade a living nightmare. Even though they were once teammates in city football, Douglas ignored that and led the opposing team to crush Alex’s knee and ankle. Still, Alex was top in both football and Taekwondo earning the black belt from childhood training. Douglas launched a follow-up attack, swinging his leg toward Alex’s neck but Alex blocked it with a hardened arm. The pain surged through Douglas’s leg, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his ego.

I stood on the eastern terrace, watching my twins spar in the stone courtyard below, and felt it rising like a storm tide that would soon overwhelm everything in its path. Alexander, now nearly six but growing faster than any child should, his body already showing the lean muscle definition of a boy twice his age. His small fists glowed faintly with golden light as he moved through complex combat drills with Garrett, a seasoned warrior whose scars told stories of a dozen battles. Each time Alexander struck, the air cracked like a whip, leaving visible ripples in the atmosphere. He wasn't just mimicking the techniques he'd been taught, he was instinctively inventing new ones, his young mind u

He said, but I didn't say anything, nor did I move. "Pl... pl.. please help me. I don't know wha.. what.. I haven't done this before, your highness." I stammered, pleading for mercy as my confidence suddenly disappeared again. This was Alpha Alexandros, who doesn't care about what you want. He just does as he pleases. I just couldn't allow this man to do anything to me.

his voice was deep, just as I expected, as the words rolled off his tongue. "You're late." "I got a little lost..." I lied. It had taken me five whole minutes to gather the courage to knock on the door. He stood and made his way toward me. The black belt around his waist faced me as he gently gripped my chin, tilting my head up to meet his empty gaze. "I don't like it when people are late, Jenny Anderson." "Then maybe you should give better directions, Alpha Dragon." That sinister smirk remained on his lips as he leaned closer to my ear. His fingers grazed my exposed thigh, pausing at the rhinestones on my dress.