Baron Draxum Novels & Stories

He was just as proud as I was. There was silence in the arena as Beast moved towards us. Everyone watched with bated breath as Krostafar’s blood dripped from Beast’s snout, while Beast had his eyes on me. I stood up and reached out to touch the bloody snout. He closed his eyes and growled lightly. “I’m proud of you Clayton Beast Draxlar, son of Hunter Draxlar, future King of the Lycan Kingdom and Prince of Draxlar, realm of the strongest Dragons in the universe.”

It was a rapid process, driven by the instinct to survive and fight another day. Just as the healing process began, an unwelcome presence materialized before me. Grinjo, the beta of Alpha Draxler, stepped into view. His appearance invoked a surge of mixed emotions – resentment for his past accusations, frustration at the timing of his intrusion, and a simmering determination to assert my newfound strength.

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

Kiran said and Malachi chuckled. We went down to the basement and the men made a circle around me. In a corner stood Marcus next to a table with his equipment already unpacked. A shiver went down my spine at the thought of shifting into a wolf in a few hours. “Levi Sinclair, step forth and be presented,” Richard said. I took a step forward and Kiran moved with me, taking a step forward out of the circle of men. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack present your future Alpha Zeta, Levi Sinclair, to receive his mark and emerge as a man.” There were nine loud claps in unison.

We loved sparing with each other and seeing where we needed to improve in our training, Aidan was always more of a stronger and more technical fighter, he could see where you were going to hit before you did, reading your body language which was a good thing, he was also more level headed and tries to be fair and not bias in any situation but he was very stern in his decisions once they were made and only make them once he has all the facts. Roman was very sneaky and secretive at times, he loves the likes of the ladies and sometimes, can have a little temper tantrum but he was very calculating in the way he handled things, which was going to make him a great beta when the time came. Deep dow

it rumbled. The copper-colored slanted pupil eyes that matched her scales stared at Isabelle for a long time and made it feel like ants danced along her skin. “I think not. Wait outside the chamber if you must, but you will not like our discussion.” With a snapping of teeth that made Isabelle jump, the first dragon turned and scraped its body out of the opening and stomped away. “I’m D'Kohralx Vorian Churgo Desmonda.”

Sydney huffed in annoyance, "Your sorry doesn't solve anything. Granted, you wanted to put a wedge between us and that worked. But you've moved on and I'm still picking up the pieces as I try to unscramble the mess you made of my mind. Even now, with all my memories, with me knowing everything we once shared, I'm not sure how I should feel about you. You're a complete stranger to me." Her last sentence had a thought coming to mind. I held my hand out, "Then let's start over as complete strangers. My name is Alpha Victor Silva. Alpha of the rogues. Welcome to one of the many sanctuaries I plan on constructing around the world." Sydney narrowed her gaze on my extended hand with apprehension be

she asked. “Failure of the organs and the body. More like instant death, but I gave you a small dose, that’s why you were only paralyzed halfway”. “Just like your father” he smiled. “Now about Phantom”. “Yes Phantom” and he was on his seat again. “First, you have to get into their club and it isn’t easy, but lucky for you I can get you in”. “How?” Takashi asked. “They’re looking for recruits, and it was a very convenient time to put a mole there”.