Darth Maul X Reader Novels & Stories

The rogue wolves, weakened and disoriented, struggled against the magical bindings that held them captive. Just as the trio began to believe they had turned the tide, a chilling laughter echoed through the trees. The sound was like ice water down their spines, and they turned to see Drax emerging from the shadows. His face was a twisted mask of malice, his eyes burning with a dark, malevolent fire. He stepped into the clearing, his presence casting a pall over the battlefield. "Well, well, well," Drax sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look at you, little Xienma. You've found your power, but it's too little, too late."

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

Charity says with a sigh, “Xander gave me more than enough chances to claim victory without having to shoot in Nora’s direction. I didn’t take it when I should have. I was too focused on winning to listen to him. It’s my fault.” A doubt nags me at her words, but l stay silent without knowing what that is. Keeping her hands on both chests, she keeps us in place until she is sure we won’t leave again. Removing her hands and stepping away, while a blush crawls up her face as her eyes travel between the Beta and I. Looking over, the moment of respect and teamwork quickly dashing as my usual disdain for the man returns. ***************************** Hey Rebels, This was a *FREE* Chapter. What did

Pleasure crashed through me without touch, a small, denied orgasm rippling through me as I sobbed his name, body arching against the chains, slick flooding my thighs. He milked every drop, breathing ragged, then stepped close. His thumb brushed my lip, smearing warm come there. “Taste.” I licked obediently, tasting him—salty, alpha, mine—sucking his thumb clean like I wanted to suck his cock. “Good girl,” he praised, voice rough. “You took that beautifully. Came just from hearing me, didn’t you? My filthy little omega.” He removed the blindfold slowly. Light flooded in, and there he was—shirt open, cock still hard and glistening with come, knot swollen, eyes dark with satisfaction.

he breathed huskily, and Aurora whimpered. He let go of her and she dropped to the ground. Xander’s muscles rippled as he approached me with his dark dangerous eyes fixed on me. “Don’t even think of trying anything funny because your days are numbered,” his hot breath fanned my face and I couldn't help but shudder helplessly.

So stay tuned and Xavier will be dead in the upcoming chapters and also Cecelia is going to use her card to separate Ralph and Klara for real. Love you all…..

, Xander looked at everyone in the room. Xander and Xavier were both in Alpha Mode, seeing them take control the way they do made Selene and Nahla think dirty thoughts. “My sweets, I can hear your thoughts, you both will be punished for making my dick hard once the Doctor gives the okay”, Xavier mind linked them, making them blush bright red from his promises. Xander just smirked at his mates, he turned back to the Alphas.

NO AUDITORS ALLOWED. Xander leaned heavily against the wooden rail of the ship, his brown eyes reflecting the jagged light of the low-hanging wooden stars. The harsh orange glow that had lived under his skin for nine volumes was gone, leaving only the quiet, permanent gray map of his charcoal heart. He reached down, his calloused fingers brushing a splash of the ink-sea from the hull. It didn't stain his skin; it ran off his knuckles like pure, heavy water, leaving behind a faint scent of cedar and old library shelves.

“Relief runners with redundancy. The windowsman gets a second stool and a brace. The brace gets checked, not blessed. Sentries report to Mara, not to the nearest loud man.” “We have no loud men,” Mara says dryly, appearing with a slate and an eyebrow that has woken wolves in the past. Xander grins, wary, respectful, and goes back to the work of being a wall instead of a weapon, binding a forearm here, straightening a spear there, catching a toddler who thought the rafters were a good place to demonstrate loyalty.

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.