Axl X Zero Novels & Stories

I nod and follow him. There’s a woman in her early twenties sitting in the lounge. Her stomach is so large and round that she looks like she could burst at any given moment. She has straight black hair, brown eyes with sharp angles and dimples on either cheek. Alpha Maximus catches up to me and takes my hand as we walk over to Bella. 'Bella, this is our new Luna, Hope. Hope this is Bella, ‘ my mate, Alex says. I sit next to Bella and smile, Looking at her big tummy.

The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather. The underground brought forth money from the production of a white powder. The underground? It was a crack house. X-habit's main aim was to keep the money rolling in, Kaching! Kaching! In hard, hard currency. But somehow other benefits accompanied the money. Fame was one, Power was another. Chase Motors, a car manufacturing and selling company which was owned by Steven was one of the entities the money brewed. Sage Hotels and Suites was another. Baron Sage owned this one. It was one of the famous hotels in the state and was still rising to greater

Alexandro growled—a sound that tore through the air like thunder. His massive black wolf form took a step forward, towering over everything in the room. His fur shimmered like obsidian, the glow of the chandeliers reflecting faintly off his coat. His eyes, glowing with a savage blue, never left the assassin. I’d seen wolves before. Many. My father. My brothers. The warriors in my village. But never like this. Never this big. Never this powerful. Never this terrifyingly beautiful.

His wolf is close to the surface, silver swirling in his irises, and I can feel my own peeking back at him. He’s still staring at me as I climb off of him and back over to the passenger seat, a low growl of approval rumbling in his chest. “Damn you’re sexy,” Jax grumbles, raking his eyes up and down my body. I’m completely naked save for my camel-colored knee-high riding boots and my little black panties, which are still pushed over to the side. I look down at myself and chuckle softly, thinking how I finally put these ‘riding boots’ to good use.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I beg, holding back the urge to roll my eyes. “Don't worry, `Drea. I can manage.” Ava says with a small smile. “My fucking bullet proof and sleek state of the art, SUV isn't fucking manageable. It's the best out there.” Axel growls, getting into the driver's seat, his aura rolling off him in waves… He's angry. “Yeah… Don't rub it in my face that you're rich.” She mutters. I know Axel heard but just keeps quiet for the rest of the the ride.

A deep, smooth baritone filled the speakers—a voice I would recognize anywhere in the dark. It was Axel. *"The Sterling Design Group is vulnerable,"* Axel’s recorded voice said, cold, calculated, and entirely corporate. *"Wait until she’s desperate. Then we move."*

Behind him, the starting girl raised a checkered flag. Crack. The flag dropped. Madison’s head snapped back against the rest as the Hypersport launched. The world turned into a vertical blur of gray and black. Zero to sixty in under three seconds. The G-force pressed the air out of her lungs. Austin was a frantic shadow in her peripheral vision. He wasn't racing for the line; he was racing for blood. As they hit the first hairpin turn—a narrow shelf of road hanging over a five hundred foot drop—he swung his steering wheel hard to the left.

Grayson says taking the glass pieces from my hand and continuing to clear them from the floor. Zac’s concern is etched on his face as he sees the tiny dots of blood on my palm. I smile politely and bow, “Alpha Austin, Alpha Raymond, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” “Congratulations Luna Isla,” Alpha Austin says returning my bow. “Yes yes, congratulations Luna. I sure hope you didn’t hurt yourself just now... Seems the glass may have been a bit..weak” Alpha Raymond says with a wink. I tense up at his words and just smile.

“Says the guy who has his girl’s name tattooed across his heart.” “Hey!” Theo points toward Brock. “I’m not the only one, have you seen Brock’s tat on his ribs lately?” Jax’s eyes fly wide as his head snaps toward Brock. “You didn’t…” Brock leans back, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Damn right I did.” He grabs for the hem of his shirt, yanking it up to reveal a tattoo inked on his side. It’s a detailed piece with a forest treeline and a wolf howling to the moon, and sure as shit, running through the middle of it is his mate’s name: Astrid. The forest design and the letter A look a little faded, but the rest of Astrid’s name is a shade darker, like it’s a fresh addition.