Anthony Lockwood X Reader Novels & Stories

Daniel confessed. "He would die for you too," I affirmed. "It turns out, Daliah, that the last time we were here, two things happened. First, I got a new scar. Then, I told Liam the one thing he was letting slip: I wasn't falling in love with you. I was recognizing you," Daniel revealed. "Recognizing me?" "Yes, like an air wolf." "Liam told me," I said. "I know he did. He was worried about not being able to read you. The only explanation for not being able to read your mate is that she's an air wolf."

She looked at her mother-in-law with new appreciation, understanding now why the Lockwood pack commanded such respect and loyalty. Angelina Lockwood was not merely beautiful and powerful; she was compassionate and wise, with a vision that extended far beyond pack politics. She was willing to fight fiercely against their enemies but remained committed to using their advantages to help those in need. It was a perfect balance of strength and kindness, of pragmatism and idealism.

he shouted. “Let me in, Xander!” “Oh for fuck’s sake,” Xander muttered as he unlocked the door. Anthony came stumbling in and Xander locked the door behind him. “What now, wanker?” Anthony looked offended, “Why does it have to be something?” “Because you only find me when it’s something,” Xander replied. It was then he noticed Anthony was bleeding. “What the fuck, mate?!” Anthony looked down at his bloody shirt. “Oh yeah,” he stumbled to a chair. “I got shot.”

“Please leave.” Anthony crossed his arms. “Your work is good. You know, most people like when I think they’re talented. Most people say thank you.” “I’m not interested in your opinion.” Frowning, he studied her. “You’re acting like I was going through your underwear drawer.” Thea blushed. “You’re shameless!” “No, I just hate mysteries. Has anyone seen this novel?” At her silence, he said, “Ah, I’ve got it. You’re—what? Embarrassed?”

Gabriel Lockwood Age: 32 Nationality: Italian American Job: Leader or the Italian mafia in New York Physical description: 6’3 foot, tanned, muscular body. Dark brown hair, blue eyes, chiselled face with a scruffy beard. Full lips. Personality description: cold, courageous, determined, unforgiving, conceited and arrogant, persistent, reliable, adventurous, seductive. Family: Raphael Lockwood (father) Alex (mother deceased) , Michael Lockwood (younger half brother), Amelia Wood (younger sister)

my dad said with much authority in his voice. "Leave them, George! As long as Evie is okay with her part of the deal then there is nothing else to say." the unknown man said and then turned around. At the sight of him, I froze. He was extremely handsome. But that's when I realized who I was talking to. I squeezed Lora's hand because the man in front of me was Alexander Lockwood in the flesh. I was shaking I knew he was handsome but that was...WOW. Let's not get distracted! He is still the one your father wants to marry you off to.

Anthony’s massive frame filled the doorway, his disheveled hair and wide, unfocused eyes adding to the unpredictability of his presence. “Pretty wolf...” The roughness in his voice made my skin crawl. “Damon said... said you’d be here.” I forced my breathing to steady, though my heart thundered wildly in my chest. “He said I could have you.” Anthony’s wolf aura flickered erratically, a dangerous wave of dominance that Emily struggled to resist. My mind spun rapidly, searching for an escape. “Anthony,” I said softly, masking my fear as best as I could. “Your jacket... it smells like snacks. Are you hungry?”

Anthony whispered to his friend's air. Anthony was just an ordinary beta werewolf soldier who dreamt of becoming an Alpha himself but never knew that on his quest to power his friend Shannon also coveted it but was looking for a way to hijack it from Anthony if at all he got the power and the seat also. "Oh my…" before Shannon could finish his statement Anthony blocked his mouth with his right hand "Shhh…wake up boy. You will wake others up." and dragged him out of the tenth before letting him down on the grass.

I saw Anthony wading towards me and I held back a growl. "Ali, baby, we have to stop meeting like this! It's like you're stalking me or something," Anthony said as he rose from the water slightly. I took notice of the long and gnarly scar on his chest. He caught me looking and ran his fingers over it. "Got it during a hunt. Mountain lion. You wanna feel?" Anthony's smirk was one that I'd seen too many times before. I wanted to smack the stupid grin off his face and I was a perfect distance away from him to do it.

I could tell Anthony wanted to go after Stacy, but he agreed because he knew I was right. "Okay," Anthony said, and I left the Dining Hall to find Stacy. I walked outside the Castle to the backyard to see her sitting in the garden. I walked over to her and sat next to her. "You knew, didn't you?" Stacy asked "I thought he was your Mate because you said I smelled mouthwatering. I wasn't one hundred percent sure he was your Mate, though," I replied "I can't accept him. He can't be my Mate," Stacy said "Why not?" I asked confused "Because he is a Lycan."