Fourth Wing Fanart Xaden Riorson Novels & Stories

“You can call me Ren.” Swallowing nervously, I glance up for just a second. He’s much closer now, looking at the brilliantly red roses a garden hand had supplied me, his fingers brushing down the stem, until it reaches the thorns. Then he pulls away, concentrating back on me. When he does, my gaze flutters away. “I don’t want to disrespect you Alpha,” I tell him promptly. After that night a few weeks ago, when I nearly exposed myself to him, I’ve told myself I wouldn’t supply any more evidence that I want him.

What's more, she always feel pain in a private place, and walking is not normal. She didn't pay much attention to the fact and thought her period was coming. Aaron appeared behind Ada Wood. Looking at Adair Carter on the picutre, his face sank and his big palm stretched out to the front of the easel. He pulled off the paper, kneaded it into a ball and threw it into the garbage can. Ada Wood looked back indignantly at Aaron, holding the brush with his right hand and biting her teeth. "He is now Xenia Miller's fiance."

She explains, looking at Ed adoringly. The door down the hall clicks open and a bare chested Adrian, carrying his t-shirt in his hand comes walking towards us, his entire stomach is covered in cling wrap, to protect the new tattoo he just had done and as he gets closer the design becomes clear, a stunning purple winged bird, in flight spread out on the right side of his stomach. "Wow," I exclaim, running up to Adrian to get a closer look at the design. The details are incredible; it looks so realistic. "That's amazing. What type of bird is it?"

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

The two of us locate Jax and Quinn, and Brock, Astrid, Gray, and Theo arrive moments later. ‘Up on the ridge,’ Jax supplies, and we all look to where he’s indicated. A chill creeps up my spine when my eyes land on him- a large black wolf sitting on his haunches and gazing out over the battlefield. He almost looks bored, watching lazily as his ranks continue to be decimated by our fighters. They may have the numbers, but they can’t match us for skill; it finally looks like we’re poised to come out of this thing victorious. Xavier has to pick up on that, but he still appears unphased- like the lives of his men are meaningless to him. Given his capacity for cruelty, they probably are.

Felix focused on Cairo Crest, the man who had jumped from the fighter jet. He had a square face and carried an imposing presence. He was clearly no ordinary person as he radiated such a powerful air. Being able to command a fighter jet meant he had to be with the headquarters. After Aiden whispered something to him, Cairo said, "So you're the Dragon Knight working under the Phoenix Warlord? Come here! I am the Tideborne Warlord." Before Xena, there were the Four Great Warlords—the Shadowdragon Warlord, the Warlord of the East, the Warlord of Thunder, and the Tideborne Warlord. Felix had met the first three; today he faced the last.

Fire phoenixes have the mark on the face and a flower tattoo sleeve, water has a flower tattoo on the collarbone, earth as just has the full-body marks, and the ice as the full-body marks, flower tattoo sleeve and collar bone along with bat-like ears, while the rest have elf-like ears. Recap, Reda is a transgender woman, an ice and fire phoenix, has marks, and batlike ears. That doesn’t explain wings, though. There was to be more. When Reda reached twenty-five, her family finally disowned her, so she used her middle name as her last name. Before I could read anymore, Zane came out. “How is it going?”, I ask. “It’s going well; how about your research?”, he answers then asks. “Decent, I’m hopi

Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

“You see that launch? Precision strike. That was tactical.” “She’s a war general,” Amaya chimed in, eyes gleaming. “Tactical and fabulous. Look at her, she’s not even winded.” “She has the heart of a lion,” Xenia added solemnly, crouching down to scratch Spitfire under the chin like she hadn’t just gone full feline assassin in defense of our dignity.

The one Xaden had called Rodney, a quite talkative man who seemed tightly involved in the military, spoke. “Yes.” Xaden’s hand went closed around my breast and he idly squeezed the mound, pinching and tugging at my nipples while I squirmed and cringed on his lap. “Doesn’t he have another daughter My Lord?” “He does.” Xaden scrunched up his nose, an arrogant, disdainful expression on his face. “I didn’t like her. Looks too much like the old git. Horse face and all.” He grinned, still clutching my breasts without even looking at me. Like I was some sort of idle toy for him to play with. I burned with humiliation.