Axel Walker Novels & Stories

Axel got up from his bed, his room was dark but some small lights on the ceiling made it a little easy to see everything in his room. He took unhurried steps towards the large curtain and opened it immediately. It was very nice, he could see the vast ocean as if it was up close from his room. It was dawn, the sun was glowing a little preparing to set. He took a hot shower then eventually wore a pair of black joggers that showed the length of of his long lean legs and black tank top the pressed on his chest also exposing his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had tattoos on one of his arms, a wolf's eye, a dark big long chain twirled around his arm to the beginning of his shoulder and a cr

Alpha Axel couldn’t risk that. Axel headed towards the elevator that took him up to his house which was about a hundred meters away from the main pack house. He found two of his mistresses in the living room and smiled. Why would he need that stupid rogue when he could have all the beauties the world had to offer? Sure, the rogue was quite a beauty, more beautiful than any of his mistresses but she came with a lot of trouble that he didn’t want.

Not a sound out of the fighter but that looks like it hurt like hell. You know they are soldiers in training, right? I can't see anything but a little yellow chick getting a broken wing when you call them that. You're the one that needs to be politically correct, I only have to worry about making sure no one breaks your wings. As I walk up, I see Axle standing by the bleachers watching some of the sparring groups. He is a few inches talker than me, and is vain enough to constantly be at the gym maintaining his massive build. He is the only wolf that makes me feel small when I am standing next to him. If his size wasn't enough to make him stand out in a crowd, the red hair he keeps cut short

“Thank you for guiding me out of your way! I really appreciated your help.” Axel takes a step toward the room where he was directed. The door isn't anything special; it's just a plain black door. Creeak. He walks inside the chamber with the same assurance he had when he first entered the Black Circle. Only one person is waiting for him inside the room. A lady, to be precise, who sits far away from him. Axel introduces himself as soon as possible in order to make a proper introduction. “It's a pleasure to meet you, administrator. Axel Brainer is my name. I have come to accept the invitation that was extended to me.”

They did not want to stand in the ice-cold man’s way or they might be turned into ice sculptures. But Eva seemed to have eaten the leopard’s guts as she directly stopped Axel. “Who are you? If you don’t introduce yourself, I am not allowing you to get out of that door.” Axel looked at her. He did not know what condition his wife was in and he needed to rush her to the hospital. He did not dare waste another minute so, he directly blurted out his name. “Axel Dawson.” He turned around and left the room without wasting time.

The others were charging forward when Lysander was suddenly there, moving with the deadly speed of a well-schooled warrior. I let the wolf out, my claws swiping through two and throwing them into the wall of the shop. They groaned in pain but I wasn’t done there. Scarface was backing away with wide eyes. “Y-y-you’re not normal.” He stammered. I stepped toward him, growling so deeply that the shop vibrated with my sound. Even the mechanic gasped and dropped to his knees. “I am Axel,” I announced in a voice so low and harsh it took on the tenor of a wolf’s growl. “Prince of the pack. And you just fucked up big time.”

His arms remained crossed over a forest green shirt as he leaned back into his chair, but his shaking left leg under the table gave away his anxiety, one he hoped that only his colleagues could see but didn’t know was a faint sound that every werewolf and lycan could hear. The constant thud thud thud was already driving Greg insane, and his animal asked whether they could just rip off the hunter’s leg already. Axel Abbott had never been much of a talker as Lucy, Toby and their fellow gammas recalled. He just stood there like a loyal guard, nodding curtly or giving one-sentence responses when asked a question. Some even labeled him as being discriminatory when he shelled up with wolves but op

Axel walked out of the room wearing his usual hockey jacket, but this one was black in color matching his black outfit, but it had his name boldly written on the back "WOLFE" "Let's go" Axel whispered, I slowly turned about to talk to Jake but he wasn't there it was like the fool disappeared into thin air.

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

I don't know him and I didn't ask for his help in the first place for him to get mad like this. I turned and was about to leave the tent when I heard a growl of beast. I stiffened. "Don't test my temper human. I have a high respect with Axel but I won't hesitate to use force on you. You two were not official yet so I don't care if you're his.." He cleared his throat. "His friend." Who's Axel? I've been hearing that name since I woke up and they were calling him Alpha. I stared at the shadows that was passing by the tent. Am I in a wolf territory?