Arcane Jinx X Reader Novels & Stories

My hands are shaking, but I refuse to let Eliza see me sweat. Quickly, I brush past Kieran, my arm accidentally grazing his skin. The touch instantly has sparks of the mate bond spreading through my body and shooting straight to my core. “Judy stop,” he orders. “No Alpha,” I say, throwing the title at him like a weapon. “Your Luna is clearly upset and I have a mystery to solve about my inheritance, including the fact that she said I am cursed.” I turn away quickly to avoid being held back any longer. As I walk towards the doors, I catch a glimpse of Eliza's reflection in the glass wall.

**Chapter 35 – Section 1: Ashes and Oaths** The silence that followed Seraphine’s whisper stretched long and taut, like a bowstring pulled to its limit. Her fingertips, still trembling from the weight of her confession, hovered over Riven’s chest. Beneath them, his heartbeat pounded, steady and strong, but too fast—like her own. He didn’t speak immediately. His gaze searched her face as if looking for something hidden—truth behind her eyes, fear in the curve of her lips, love nestled somewhere between the shadows. Then, slowly, his hand lifted, brushing her cheek with a gentleness that felt reverent.

“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

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,