Axel X Roxas Novels & Stories

Roxanne "And he fought my father, and they fell from the sky, and they made the ground thunder, and they..." "That's enough, Ashrac," Acasia ruffles his hair and gives his shoulder a squeeze. "Roxanne doesn't know our ways and you frighten her with talk of fighting."

We go back and forth like this; I feel like I’m close to giving up with all the jabs at my sides. Fuck, these ribs will take forever to heal. Time is running out, and I know that I had to move fast because the more I block and punch him, the angrier he seems to get. This has to end, I have to pull a rabbit out of a fucking hat, or I’m dead in the next few minutes! Taking a breath that burns like the pits of Raerin’s rivers, I leap forward, but Creed grabs me around the waist, his grip like iron as he wrenches me off balance and slams me to the ground.

Xavier sends a loud roar to the others as a signal to attack the enemy. He runs at inhuman speed towards the beast, and he jumps on him, climbing his giant body. The beast growls and wiggles his body, trying to shake him off from his shoulder, but Xavier is faster. He opened his mouth, showing his razor-sharp cannis, then he bit down on his neck, snatching his head from his body. he let out a blood curdling scream as Xavier's sharp cannis tore through his cloaked flesh, his blood coating Xavier's black fur.

Some were stuck to the wall with a dagger. "Find them! I must end the Moon Crescent pack!!" "Papa, why?" I could feel tears welling in my eyes. I began to feel soreness in my throat and lungs. "We shall not have mercy on the enemy." I sniffed up my nose then, my body became cold. "Is that tears I see in your eyes Xavier?" He cracked his head from side to side for intimidation. I swallowed hard and stared at him and, the tears that had welled up began to pour.

I must have been close to tears because my mom took my hand and said: “he would have been so proud of you; you will live out the dream for both of you.” I give my mom my best reassuring smile and nod. She is speaking of Alec, my boyfriend, well guess he is my ex now. We have been dating for more than 2 years. He died a couple of months ago. He made me this mug when he was teaching himself pottery. He had seen a movie where the guy teaches the girl how to make a pot and they ended up sleeping naked. So, he was determined to teach himself in order to teach me. I laugh at the memory. Alec died in a rogue attack. I could get there in time. Even though the actual warriors usually handled rogue at

The Soulwaker was able to dodge all those hurdles while remaining afloat. The red robot seemed angry as he charged a punch right before her eyes. Xiao screamed internally, thinking that once she’d be hit with it, she’ll instantly die. But the Soulwaker was able to dodge the charge as she teleported behind the robot and kicked its head. Xiao was so speechless, as things were happening so fast, nearly making her pass out. But as soon as she remembered that she’s only in the inside, while the Soulwaker’s the one doing all the work, then she realized that she got nothing to actually worry about because she’ll be saved.

“I want pressure. I want mistakes. And I want them to be able to feel the fear of being trapped.” “And what do you gain from this?” he asked carefully. “You do realize that the rogues play their games according to what they want, they don’t really tend to know what being tamed is for later, and they wouldn’t know what the word control actually means, nor do they know what the word stop means if they were ordered to.” I turned to face him, my smile cold and precise. “I start by destroying Marcel.” I said calmly. “I don’t aim for them to stop if they start with the others anyway.”

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

Flicking my wrist I said a simple truth spell then gazed up at Axel. “Why haven't you taken off your coat and gloves?” His eyes narrowed down at me as his smile fell. “Why the sudden change in attitude, mate?” He questioned back, making me confused. “What have you done to Axel?!” I demanded, stepping back from the cruel smirk he was giving me. “Raija, you are being paranoid. I am Axel and am not any other individual,” he said firmly and shucked off his heavy leather coat. “Take off your gloves, sir!” I demanded. I watched as he sat in the chair and pulled off one of the gloves and then the other. No red stone ring was present on any of his digits making me burst into tears.

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