Felix X Oswald Novels & Stories

Rosalyn spoke in such a calm tone, repeating her words, balancing herself despite the shaking ground. Elias stepped in front of me instinctively. Xavier’s wolf exploded forward, gold bleeding into his irises, dominance slamming into the floor so violently even Elias staggered. “Valerie,” he gritted out, voice low, feral, lethal. “Behind me. Now.” But I couldn’t move. Because her power, Lisa’s power, rolled through me like ice water and wildfire intertwined, crawling up my spine, into my lungs, into the marrow of my bones.

Olga mused. “Ari said that they’d sentence me to death if they found out that I killed those three brutes,” Felix explained. “I probably should have let them live and told on them myself. Their punishment would have been castration.” He waited a moment to hear her response. When she said nothing, he added, “I’m afraid of what I’m becoming, auntie. I don’t feel a spec of remorse for killing those bastards. Not a spec.”

Then came the fourth man. He was a young warrior named Felix. He was barely twenty-three years old, with sharp features and a decorated record from the capital wars. But as his name was called, Felix’s chest heaved unnaturally. His eyes darted toward the cellar stairs, a split-second calculation of escape that did not go unnoticed by Oscar. "Felix," Remus said softly, though the tone was sharper than a razor. "Step up." Felix swallowed hard, his boots dragging against the stone floor. He reached the table, his hands trembling violently. He hesitated for a long moment, looking down at the clear water.

This jerk is always wanting to get me in trouble. Suddenly, Oswald leaned next to my ears and whispered, "Think about it well, whether you'll leave or stay." Completing his words, he leaned away from me. I stomped my feet on the floor and bemoaned angrily. "Oswald, you're a jerk. I hate you. I hate you. I hate you so much, you bastard!" Rex should have beat this jerk to death. He deserves no mercy. How can he be so cruel? Oswald separated from me after placing a soft kiss on my cheeks. "I love you. I love you so much. Whatever you want, mate," he imitated my words. Completing his words, Oswald chuckled loudly and left the forest in an extremely relaxed, large stride.

Felix uttered, with a smirk on his lips, "I hope you love your son and brother very much. Would you like to see your son and brother one last time? If you want to see them alive, then drop the gun. Or they will die." Hearing Felix's words, Oscar said, "Are you threatening me? Do you know who I am? Do you know what I can do? Don't come to me and talk like Rex. Or you will also die like your boss. And you have already shown more courage. If you say one more word, then you'll surely die." Listening to Oscar, Felix said, "You're pointing a gun at my boss and telling me to keep quiet? Are you out of your mind? And I don't think you love your brother and son. Or else you would think about the

Alexander said, Felix's eyes softened, genuine concern etched on his face. "I appreciate your sentiment, Alex,. But you have to understand that this life is consuming me. It's eating away my soul, I want to find redemption, maybe even start a family, I want to be free from the constant bloodshed," Felix said, Alexander's voice rose, laced with desperation, "But we can change, Felix, we can reform the organization, make it less ruthless, we can make it better for everyone involved, continue with your business, and we can make things happen again" Alfredo said,

In his dictionary, there are only words of "Egoism" Felix didn't realize that his death was coming. He laughed and coaxed, "Mrs. Owl, how about taking off the mask? Let's have a look. Anyway, all of us and Ethan used to be brothers of the same school." Travis frowned when he saw this. Felix was too careless. They are not even qualified to participate in the annual celebration of the new year in Owl. Where can they be brothers with Ethan? Besides, he has no respect for women. Travis silently refutes Felix's bold statement. Mrs. Owl has a noble status and is not a nightclub lady. How can she allow them to make fun of her?

The confident and flamboyant Yale was at a loss for words. Why was he being insulted by a kid for no reason? Sensing that the situation was reaching a stalemate, Felix suddenly waved to the little boy. "You're Ozzy, right? Come over and let me take a look at you." Austin hesitated for a moment, but he walked over obediently when he met Felix's gentle, smiling eyes. "Finished your apple? Do you want an orange?" Felix asked. Austin shook his head. "No, thank you." "Do you know who I am?"

Felix from the west side spoke up menacingly. He was sitting in an armchair with one foot up on the chair. He was also bald, covered with tattoos from his head to his neck and arms. His tattoos were mostly of demons. Felix had a reputation for being crazy because when he had been fighting for territory, he had pursued someone for over five streets like a lunatic and killed that person and their entire family! He had become famous as a result of that battle! On the other side, Dominic of the east side looked grim. He said coldly to the underling standing next to him, "Tell Mr. Carson to hurry up and get out here! He gathered us all, but he's not even here. What is he playing at?"

Oliver Breakfast was over all too quickly. I had already forgotten most of the names of the pack members who were introduced to me, most of whom were warriors or farmhands who report to Ryan. He wasn’t there this morning, but we were told he was already out working. We got up and walked to Narissa’s office with her leading the way. Sophia and Sam stood up to join us. Before we could enter the office, I stop suddenly, causing them to slam into me accidentally.