Alexander Tekken Novels & Stories

Alexander didn't hesitate to take advantage and stab Kato in the side. "It didn't have to be like this," Alexander taunted, knowing he had his opponent. Alexander made the classic mistake of being too sure of himself and turned his back to Kato. Kato gathered the last of this strength and jumped on Alexander's back, knocking him on the floor. The silver dagger slid away, far out of Alexander's reach. Kato clawed at Alexander, slicing the skin of his back open. Kato was tired of his back and forth with Alexander and decided to go in for the kill.

With no response, I step out of my car and start walking towards them, only to find myself surrounded by several men. I am Alex Knight, unafraid and confident in my abilities. As a black belt in karate, I know I can handle all of them simultaneously. However, when one of the men casually places his hand on my arm, I start to doubt my own value. Who is this unexpected rival, I wonder? "Where do you think you're headed, Knight?" he questions.

Reluctantly, Blaze releases his grip on Tyler, stepping back to stand beside Alexa. Tyler adjusts his jacket, scoffing and muttering under his breath, "Certified lover boy!" The remark strikes a nerve within Blaze, igniting a surge of anger coursing through his veins. In a fit of rage, Blaze lunges at Tyler, landing a powerful punch that sends him crashing to the floor. Tyler, annoyed and humiliated, fixes Blaze with a death glare as he struggles to regain his footing.

It's perfect for me because even with his larger build and greater strength, I'm a worthy opponent in human form. Drakon heads to the center of the room with his back to the egg. I want him as far away from Pepper's son as possible. Drakon's silver eyes give away his intent a second before he charges in low. I leap over him and turn. My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper.

He smiles as he seems to recall a memory. “Thing is, even as a foetus, you showed that you’re a warrior, a survivor, a goddess." He picks up her hand then and holds it tightly. "You, my dear, aren’t just a Tekna. You’re the Tekna.”

Almost alone. The sound of footsteps on the stone path made her look up. Alexander—Alex—stepped out from the shaded walkway leading to the private gym. At twenty-two, he was the perfect specimen of youthful masculinity. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sun-kissed skin and dark hair still damp from his workout. His tank top clung to his sculpted chest, outlining every ridge of muscle. Sweat glistened on his arms as he carried a towel over one shoulder.

•*•*•*•*•* Alexis spins the Fallen Guardian into her hand then hit the mannequin on its head then she spins and her back is facing the mannequin then she hit it on the waist part - left and right. "Wow! Good job, princess!" Yuka commented with a clap. Yuko stood up from his seat then went towards Alexis. "Let me teach you some moves without using the Fallen Guardian." He stated then Alexis gave the Fallen Guardian to Yuka. "Here." Yuko raised his palms then face it to Alexis. "Let's start with the basic." He stated. "Punch my palm several times. I want to know your strength." He explained then Alexis punched his palms just like what he said.

Draco asked initiating the conversation. "I have my own business. Own chains of Spark Hotel around the Europe and do have many other local businesses. Mainly I work with gold jewellery making. Have many gold store. It's with name 'Heirloom'." Alessandro told him proudly. "That's quite impressive." Draco was really very much impressed. "What do you do?" Alessandro questioned after giving an acknowledging nod. "I own a tech company, 'Alam' basically a computer scientist." Draco told him inhaling a deep breath of cigar.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

We crossed a courtyard dusted with fresh snow, the ground packed down by the heavy boots of warriors drilling in formation. And there— Near the center— I saw him. Alexandro. He was dressed in simple black armor, moving through the ranks of soldiers like a dark storm. He barked orders, demonstrating techniques with swift, brutal efficiency. I watched, transfixed, as he sparred with three wolves at once, his movements a blur of deadly grace. He moved like a creature of pure instinct, every step calculated, every strike purposeful. His soldiers fought hard to match him, but none could best him.