Axel Walker Novels & Stories

The energy was electric, the air thick with the noise of money and ambition. I quietly went in through the service entrance, bypassing the main crush of the crowd. I headed straight for the secure holding room Richter had arranged. The man waiting for me wasn't Richter; it was Axel. He was in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, looking impossibly handsome and utterly lethal. His face was tense. His eyes burned with a desperate, relieved intensity when he saw me. He didn't rush toward me. He just stood there, his posture screaming control. “You’re late,” he said, his voice low, rough.

she concluded. The man chuckled. “My clever one, I am glad that you have your guards up, but I am no ordinary werewolf. I won’t do such petty schemes.” Avery raised her brows. “What is your name, then?” she urged him. “They call me Axel.” “I am not asking what they are calling you. I am asking what your name is.” “I am afraid that you won’t believe me if I tell you who I am, my clever one.” “How bigtime are you that you are this hesitant to tell me trivial things?”

I asked, laughing a little bit. "Somewhere you will surely love." He said and just like that, I found myself at the back of his cabin. We walked towards a path inside the woods and I shivered as a cold gush of air blew over me. I hugged myself with my other arm while the other is being pulled by Cyrus. He's walking ahead of me and it's kind of cute that he's holding my hand tightly. Like those videos or photos from different social media accounts where your partner is ahead of you, walking backwards while smiling at the camera. The only thing about our situation is that he's so focused with where we are going and he probably isn't aware about how sweet shit we look right now.

But when I finally finished the climb, she glared at me and said, "Your prayers weren't sincere enough, Caleb. Instead of bringing him good luck, he ended up developing heart problems. That donor heart is going to him. Start all over and pray properly this time!" Jenny only wanted to toy with me and get back at me. To think that I had foolishly believed she might still have even the slightest bit of love for me was ridiculous. I staggered to my feet, numb, ready to start the climb all over again. Even the bystanders couldn't bear to watch any longer. They stepped in to stop me. "You've already injured your legs. You're going to kill yourself if you keep going!" Only then did Jenny notice my

I whispered, surprised at how breathless I sounded. He really did. Axel wasn’t the type to dress up extravagantly…he wore a clean black button-down, sleeves rolled to his forearms, dark trousers, and that small necklace he always touched when he was nervous. His hair looked neater than usual, like he’d actually tried. He shook his head lightly like he wasn’t going to let me argue, then revealed what he had behind his back. A single wildflower. Not a rose, not anything arranged… just something he must have picked himself from the forest edge. Soft, white petals. A tiny stem.

I don’t deal in “what ifs.” I deal in certainty. Action. Control. But this? This was none of those things. I exhaled slowly. Then made a decision. “Walk with me.” It wasn’t a request. It wasn’t directed at the pack. Just him. Kaelen tensed immediately. “Rex—” “I said walk.” My tone shut it down. The stranger didn’t hesitate. Of course he didn’t. He fell into step beside me like this was expected. Like he’d been waiting for it.

Suppressing the tension and containing his eagerness within his voice, Axel spoke: "Hello, Madam." "May I ask who you are? The woman inquired politely, regarding Axel with skeptical eyes. Time had rendered the woman unable to recognize Axel. No matter what, Axel would remind her of him. "I'm Axel Smith," Axel introduced confidently, "the person who visited here five years ago." Hearing Axel's name, the woman showed a hint of surprise but quickly concealed it. Only the restless fingers hidden behind her back betrayed her true emotions. Axel Smith had become a rather famous name in the business world recently. He was considered a young talent. For wealthy families like the Thomases, not knowin

Now, she felt like one. Until he walked in. Axel. He was the man she remembered, the man who once made her world tilt and spin on command. Sharp suit, broad shoulders, that slight curl of his lip like he was always biting back something brutal. His dark hair was slicked back, but loose strands had fallen across his forehead—he hadn’t cared enough to fix them. He looked tired. No, broken. And still, damn him, he was gorgeous. She didn’t move. Didn’t smile. Just waited.

Gabi asked Cade if he can protect her from it, and he agreed. Axel, my sweet warrior, became the Gamma for Cold Springs Pack and it was well deserved. Axel is a huge man at six feet ten inches. He spent some time in Japan learning martial arts and brought that knowledge back to the pack. He found his mate, Sadine, in this pack on his seventeenth birthday. She is also a warrior in this pack and I could always tell she has a crush on him. I love watching them together. They really do act like the perfect couple.

Three years later... “Sir, the finalist students are already waiting for you at the conference area,” Marie – his secretary notify him. “Do the honor to announce the winner to them,” Axel handed her the data of the winner. Axel Aiden Hodreal is a twenty-eight-year-old interior designer with his own business, A's Creative Design Co. He also owns the Philippines' largest vineyard, which is located at La Union. Axel is usually quiet, distant, and a workaholic since his grandparents died. He’s still a bachelor despite his charismatic look and good physical characteristics.