Garen X Katarina Novels & Stories

She retorted. I twitched my nose. Some random nobody actually dissed me like this. My bodyguards were not far and all I needed to do was signal them, but I didn't. “If she can steal you from her mother, how long do you think your marriage will last? Hope you signed a prenup because Katalina is nothing but a gold digger. She sucked Kelvin's blood for so long only to ditch him the moment she found a bigger fish. Are all rich men this stupid?”

His eyes were chips of ice, taking in the scene in a fraction of a second: Katarina, clutching her bloody hand, her face a mask of murderous rage; Ava, disheveled, breathing hard, her lip split and bleeding. A profound, terrifying silence fell. Damian’s gaze moved from Ava’s defiant face to Katarina’s wound. His expression was not one of concern. It was one of absolute, bone-chilling fury. He walked forward, his steps measured and silent. He didn't go to Ava. He stopped directly in front of Katarina. “You touched what is mine,” he said. His voice was a low, gravelly whisper that was more terrifying than any shout. “She’s a feral stray!” Katarina seethed, her voice shaking with pain and rage.

His breathing turned ragged. And then–his sign on her skin seared. Something was wrong. Lady Dana smiled. “Ah,” she said softly. “There it is.” Kenzo swayed, eyes boating gold and blue, his wolf battling with shadows. He clenched his fists so tightly, his knuckles turned white. “What the fuck are you doing?” he snarled. Katarina laughed. “You didn’t think we were going to let her mate with just anyone, did you?”

"Katarina, Precise Archer" Katarina, a brunette lady with killer curves, clad in a tight black overall waved from where she stood upstairs, with an evil grin, armed with a Black bow, and a bag containing arrows strapped at her back. A muscular bare chested guy came from behind, stood beside Katarina. In his right hand was a double edge axe. His lower waist clad in a blue jean short. ”Brute. As his name implies he has brute Force. Strength of ten men combined. The Samson of our generation" Kim voice echoed through out the house. Like he was speaking into a microphone.

I said gesturing toward his muscular structure. It was then that my mother cleared her throat and then motioned at the new stranger. When I had looked at him, my jaw, once again, dropped. He looked just like Haydon. He had the same blonde hair, but his was brushed back neatly and he had those same hazel eyes, the enchantingly dangerous ones. He also carried with him a dark, dangerous aura, just like Haydon. "Pleasure to finally meet you Katerina Drackon. You are even more beautiful than I had ever imagined. My name is Grimm Death," he said. I raised my brow at his strange name and the fact that he knew me-but more at the weird name.

Galatrina sighed and smiled at the moon. "Alucard, the executioner. You sure are fast. And Teresa, the death dealer. A warrior that has never been seen to use her demon power to destroy her enemy, and the most powerful one that has ever been created. Even the past generation of warriors could not match up to her combat ability. Truly this is interesting." Galatrina soon continued to walk under the bright full moon. At the peak of the Orasio mountain lies the training ground for warriors partaking in a strict training. One of the trainees that finally be given a rank is Rioka Katanagi. A man in black hood with a grin on his face approaches Rioka.

he shouts heading to his office and Carl grumbles standing up. "What?" carl snaps annoyed. Understandable. "They found Santino and Ace is killing him" he announces in a distressed tone and every horny bone in me disappears.

He pulled over to the side of the road, blocking her path. "Get out of the car, Gaby." She braked hard, her tires squealing against the asphalt. Her face was pale, her eyes wide. "Fuck, Vincent, you want both of us dead?！" "Better than you killing yourself！" He exited the car and approached hers, his expression hard but his eyes betraying concern. "Get out. Now." He rapped on her window with a knuckle. She got out of the car and immediately swung at him—her fist connecting with his chest, her palm cracking across his face. He took the punch and slap without flinching, his hands catching her wrists before she could strike again.

It was on Xena and a final decision that I would not look for my mate. Xena was going to die one way or the other— I did promise her protection but that was if she had given in to the end of the deal and since she could not— it wasn't like she chose the gender of the child but a deal was a deal. And she didn't stick to it, so keeping her alive was her every day Christmas.

“I need to be sire of the contexts being mentioned.” “What do you mean?” I arched my brows in confusion. “What deeds?” “Don’t try to act coy, I’m no child that you can easily trick.” He spat bitterly. “How dare you kill him and stand right in front of me with such a look of deception?” “Kill? Kill who?” I was flabbergasted and speechless. Tensions spread a toss in the room as they gazed at me. “The gamma of course!” Kamari glared.