Axl X Zero Novels & Stories

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.

Alpha Cyrus said and that angered the young boy. He attacked him once more but Cyrus just used his arm as a shield and he could not even move an inch closer. He was again thrown across the room leaving cracks on the walls and when he was about to get up, Alpha Cyrus stepped on his chest, with so much pressure that he is now barely breathing.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Jax tried to ease my worries. Beside us, Sophie and Cage were locked in their own battle. Sophie had just knocked down seven pins, and Zharn was hyping her up like she’d won an Olympic medal. Jax stepped behind me, lowering his voice near my ear. "You need to relax your wrist. Your power is in your wrist, Scarlett." My name rolled smoothly off his tongue. I stiffened at his closeness. "I am relaxed." He chuckled. "Not with the amount of tension in your shoulders."

Without another word, she ended the call, her grip tightening around her phone as she slowly turned. The air caught in her throat. Her body went still. Her breath hitched. Axel stood before her, taking slow, deliberate steps forward. Hazel’s gaze moved over his tall, structured frame. He was 6’6, his long raven-black hair braided back. His sharp, defined jawline was as straight as the edge of a knife. His lips—pink, plump, and slightly flushed—curved into an unreadable expression. Every movement he made exuded dominance, and as his jacket flared open with the wind, she caught a glimpse of his broad shoulders and perfectly toned arms.

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.