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.

I could do anything to help them. After a few quick moves, no one dared to come at me. Pete continued to stare at me as if he was seeing me for the first time. I only wanted to teach them a few of my moves but I did not expect that the outcome will be this. They were lucky that we lived in civilized world and there were no territory wars, or else with their skills, they wouldn’t even last ten moves at the hands of a normal alpha. Pete came at me and we started to exchange some moves. I know that he did not want to have a friendly match but wanted a real fight.

She thought the Alpha, Damien , might be angry at that and she suggested that they fought in their normal human form. Alex reluctantly agreed and he lived back away from her. He slightly bent, with his left leg forward and he demonstrated the popular taekwondo style that were usually used by the taekwondo fighters. That made Jasmine laugh and she also imitated the style. The pack members started cheering and Alex smiled at that. He signaled to Jasmine to move closer and she did. She moved really fast to him and gave him several punches on his face. She backed away and Alex smiled in satisfaction. He went to her and he grabbed her hands and lifted her up. She looked at him and yelled at him t

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.

I turned around and saw a middle aged man wearing a black dobok uniform. He smiled. “Hi, yes I’m actually looking for a new school near my unit. Are you sure? It’s okay to watch them?” I asked. He offered his hand. “I’m Alexander. Of course. Our grandmaster will be here today. I’d like you to see him practice his skills.” He said. “I’m Jessica.” I removed my cap and mask. Recognition dawned on his face when he saw my face. “You are the actress, right?” He asked.

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.