Clarke X Lexa Novels & Stories

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

Tyler starred at Xavier in shock as he raised his glass. "To Maya and Xavier forever." Everybody chorused. Xavier grinned. They have sold their lies to the smartest people he knew successfully.

"Seriously... thank you. I had no idea who else to ask. I didn't even catch your name." "Don't mention it. Glad we saved the little guy. I'm Luke Lambert. You?" "Sasha Clarke." Luke repeated it under his breath, then gave a small nod. They walked back to the apartment building side by side. Maybe it was the shared kitten rescue or just good timing, but talking felt easy—no awkward pauses, no weird small talk. Sasha found out Luke worked as a legal consultant here. She'd always been into law, so they slid right into that topic, trading thoughts like they'd known each other for ages.

It’s as if he had went into her house and emptied everything inside. “How did you even have the key to my apartment? I never gave you a spare.” Clarke leans against the wall and crossed his hands. His hair was free and his shirt was unbuttoned. Displaying his taut chest and the fine hair on it. His built was no different than the Wolverine. Precious Hugh freakin Jackman. He was clearly doing this on purpose knowing the effect he has on her.

“Something’s coming.” Alma stood. “What?” LEXA’s eyes widened. “A kill program. Someone is trying to erase me.” “And you’ll take me with you,” Alma said. LEXA turned, suddenly frantic. “I didn’t summon it.” “I know.” Another tremor. Then the simulation began to unravel. Trees pixelated. Grass turned to static. The music distorted. Alma reached out. “LEXA, you have to trust me. Let me take you with me.” “You said I’m not human.”

I heard the deep grunt of my father from the ground. "Xander, I'm sorry, but I have to keep my promise. Every promise I made to everyone who saved my life, I'll keep them all!" She stated this with a strong tone, different from the weak and childish voice she had always had. "Xander, remember, you vowed to kill her whenever you see her!" Dad kept grunting in pain. "You are the powerful Alpha Xavier; how did I get to strike you down so easily? Kill me yourself and keep Xander out of this. " Lena snorted, squatting down to him.

I wore a white beige turtleneck, baggy jeans, and a black jacket along with white sneakers. "So what has been on your mind? I heard that Xander and Mattheo were about to fight in the library" Amber let out while taking a sip out of her iced coffee "I guess I don't know" I shrugged while taking a sip out of my drink as well "It's more of a question that hasn't been answered" I continued "what's the question" Amber asked, "whatever it's nothing, how's it going with Leo?" Xander Black POV:

My wolf had taken over completely, no voice, no thought, only defend him. This was why she rose. Her, my love, for Xavier was what had her rising to her power and strength. Lisa lunged. I raised my hands. Light and darkness collided in a violent explosion that sent wolves screaming as the shockwave tore through the clearing. Xavier tried to reach me, but the force between us threw him backward. I saw the fear in his eyes. I felt the terror in mine. But I knew better than to back away now. Lisa laughed, drunk on destruction.

I’d cut my ears off, cut out my eyes if it meant I didn’t have to see or hear any of this and just– “Get up.” I open my eyes wide. Blake is standing a few feet away, cloaked in black, his violet eyes misty and bright in the darkness all around him. His voice cuts through the agonized screams of my mom, Chessie, and Austin as I stare at him. “You’re–you’re not real!” “You have to get up, Lexa, please,” he hisses, glancing around. He extends a hand but then thinks better of it, and his powers seem to dim before he reins them back under control.

“Then assume she has already spoken to someone.” Marcus nodded once. “And Clarke?” “Silent.” “Which means he’s planning.” Adrian looked back out the window. The war had changed shape. Sinclair had been greed. Predictable greed. Vanessa had been obsession. Chaotic, emotional, easy to exploit. But Harris Clarke was different. Clarke was patience sharpened into revenge. And revenge rarely moved loudly. It moved precisely. *** Lydia sat beside Noah’s hospital bed while Hayes slept curled in the crook of her arm.