Caraxes Novels & Stories

He said gripping the wheel slightly irritated but I knew he had everything under control. He stopped the car outside his warehouse and turned to me. "I'll be right back," He said, and I nodded; he walked out of the car and disappeared into his warehouse. Ten minutes went by, Alessandro wasn't back yet. I wondered what he was doing in there. I mean, he only goes to his warehouse to package drugs or torture and kill someone, so it wouldn't hurt him if I went inside to take a look. I walked into the warehouse and found Alessandro packing cocaine into a suitcase; he looked at me and stopped in his tracks.

-Axe It was from Axel, our general, known as Axe. Just as Conor approached my side, I couldn’t help but smile. I picked up the bag, reaching inside to pull out the impressive forty-point rack from the deer I had killed. Okay... before my wolf could put him down, Alexa and Damon started chewing on it. But it was my cat that had done the actual killing. The rack was magnificent, expertly removed from the deer’s head, with not a single crack in the bone. “Wow. Your wolf got that tonight?” Conor asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

The fire of his anger still burned brightly within him, and it would not be extinguished until he had dealt with the threat that Ace posed. A sleek black car was waiting for him at the curb, and the driver immediately stepped out to open the door for him. Richard slid into the backseat, the leather cool against his skin. The door closed with a quiet thud, sealing him inside the luxurious cocoon. The car pulled away from the hospital, merging seamlessly into the flow of traffic.

Axe stormed out of the hotel lobby, his frustration boiling beneath the surface. He yanked off his coat, tossed it onto the backseat of his sleek black car, and rolled up his sleeves, exposing the intricate tattoos adorning his skin. Sliding into the driver's seat, he slammed the door shut and started the engine with a growl. The car roared to life, mirroring Axe's turbulent emotions as he navigated the bustling streets towards the dimly lit district where the city's most notorious clubs thrived.

she stammers. "Knife and Dagger, All types of guns, Rifles, I've used a sword once, ooooh a crossbow, basically anything though. I don't discriminate." "O...O...Okay, that's all I need to know. Welcome to RBMS, Miss Collins." "Oh please, call me Ava, oh and might I recommend a job change; You're not cut out for this," I state before I'm dragged by the hancuffs on my wrists and taken out of the room by the guards.

Not yet. I followed him walked behind the tent where a Sorphinx was awaiting. It's a two-faced scaly beast with humongous size that was used to carry heavy objects. Instead of carriage, they prefer this beast for travels because they were more stronger and equipped to endure long journeys without taking a break. This was discussed in my class and I can't believe my luck for seeing one in person. This place had trucks but Pack Warriors prefer to ride Sorphinx. Larkan easily mounted behind it while I was struggling to climb atop the beast. I heard grunts and the next thing I knew, I was being flipped in the air. I landed on the back of the Sorphinx in an embarrassing position.

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."

Once there he ushered us inside and asked us what the problem was. " well you see while Arlo and I were on a run I realized that his speed matched mine and I saw that he had the same moon crescent mark on his forehead that I have. That mark is only for alpha kings so I'm not sure what's going on." Jacob explained and dr. Carlyle nodded his head and took up a book while going through the pages.

She sniffs the air and that’s when I’m hit with his scent. Reign sets off in his direction, she’s fast so we caught up quickly. Is the second time I have seen Maddox and I don’t think I will get used to how stunning he is. His huge, like all Alphas, and his fur is black, jet-black, even darker than Reign’s fur. If this wasn’t a game, I wouldn’t dare to attack him. He looks as if he could snap your neck without blinking.

"Never let them see you pause on the line." The carriage waiting at the base of the mountain pass was not the gilded, silk-cushioned carriage Cassian used for diplomatic visits. It was a reinforced war wagon, built from dark ironwood and padded with functional bear hides. Once the heavy oak door snapped shut, cutting off the roaring mountain wind, the silence inside the carriage became suffocating.