Arcane Jinx X Reader Novels & Stories

“You and Elijah… You seemed close once.” My jaw tensed. And then, without thinking, I gave the only response I could. “Something like that.” Arianna frowned. “That’s not an answer.” I didn’t say anything. Because it was an answer. Just not the one she was looking for. She parted her lips, probably to pry deeper, but before she could— Alpha. The mindlink sharply cut through my thoughts. I exhaled through my nose, already irritated by the distraction before I even acknowledged it.

My finger petted her cheeks. "This is how it should be, Rina." I slurred, drifting to sleep "And. . . Did I tell you that you’re better while sober? I didn't have to use Xanthex to get. . ." My words trailed off. I’d given in totally to the welcoming arms of sleep.

Not having the slightest idea that their lives are in danger as the woman with amethyst eyes shall bring peril amongst their realm. They reached the castle in Nuella Sangre and immediately went to the throne room of the King, Stefan Thorn. When the two entered the room, the King stood from his throne to welcome his son, Giovanni Felix Thorn. His father rushed on walking to him and gave his son a man hug. “Welcome home, son.” Stefan said and tapped his son’s back. “Thank you, Dad.” Felix tapped his father’s back. “Enough hugs for now, we have things to settle.” Cassiopeia entered the room. Cassiopeia is the first witch who joined Nuella Sangre. She is blessed on seeing the future, so as she k

Perfectly flat. The pressure in the hallway ticked up a degree. I felt it even without a wolf. That invisible weight that had no source and no location and pressed against the back of your throat until swallowing became something you had to think about. Three people in the watching crowd took a small, unconscious step backward. Damien's jaw worked. "She's not your stepsister. She's not your pack. Whatever you think this is—" "She's standing in my hallway," Jaxon said quietly, "with your handprint on her face."

Elias’s hand, heavy and possessive on the small of my back. The enigmatic smile of the woman who had whispered something in my ear that I couldn't quite recall. The suffocating darkness of the corridor. Then, the sudden, jarring wakefulness of the car ride here, Jaxon’s presence a grounding force beside me. I shouldn't have let it happen. I knew the risks, the tangled web of pack politics and old blood, yet the memory of him filling me. The raw, unfiltered hunger in his eyes sent a traitorous spark of heat through my belly.

I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster. My mentor had sealed my powers in case I abused that ability, which would lead to bad karma. But now, I would take bad karma if it meant making Mark Stanley and Susan York pay for what they did! Still, Susan was furious from being hung up on and bombarded me with voice messages. "Do you think babysitting makes you a big deal, that the world has to suffer your tantrums because of that?! "A petty man like you doesn't even measure up to Mark's little finger!

the father exclaims with a mixture of concern and anticipation. Once they completed the task of undressing me, I writhed in agony and let out a piercing cry. My bones seemed to be rearranging themselves in an excruciating manner, and I couldn't help but wonder how many times they had to do so before it was over. Finally, I lay on my bed, panting heavily, trying to catch my breath. ‘Greetings, Skyler. My name is Jinx, and I apologize for not being able to shift until now. I was imprisoned until you encountered the Scarabs, who were able to remove the lock that had been placed on us.’

Ariana’s POV I didn’t sleep that whole night. I tossed, I turned, I counted the chandelier lights hanging in my ceiling until my eyes burned. But nothing helped. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him again and again like I was trapped in a loop… a cursed one. Jaxon Devereaux. A name that was enough to rewrite what I believed about nightmares. He definitely wasn't just the monster under the bed, he owned hell. So how the hell did I end up with a man like that? How the hell does he become my boss?

Behind it, two smaller forms slithered from the undergrowth—lesser shadows, but still dangerous. Lucien’s jaw tightened. “Stay behind me,” he said, though the warning sounded almost unnecessary. Zaria could feel the bond reacting, flaring as though ready to hurl her into the fight. The Alpha snarled, advancing toward them with impossible speed. Zaria’s pulse surged. She didn’t hesitate. Energy leapt from her mark, slashing through the mist, striking one of the lesser shadows and sending it crashing into the stream with a screech. Lucien’s eyes flared gold. “Zaria, no!” he shouted, rushing forward—but she didn’t stop. The bond pulsed like a drumbeat, driving her forward, feeding her strength,

He bites my earlobe and pants his hot breath into my ear. And yet, instead of sinking his canines into my neck and completing his claim on me, he does something completely unexpected- the cruelest of acts. With his length still buried deep inside of me, his arms around my body and the evidence of his possession still marking my skin, he says the words- “I, Xavier Bellator, reject you Jane, as my mate. By the divine creed that is my word, I rebuke any and all bonds that tie my soul to yours”.