Garen X Katarina Novels & Stories

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.

Jared was giving me the beady eye like he thought I was about to keel over from heat stroke any minute, and I just might, but not from the heat of the sun. "I'm going to kill you." "Dude!" He backed up from me like I'd lost my mind. Fucking lemon my ass, he'd sold me a fucking thoroughbred disguised as a nag. I should be happy, right, somehow I wasn't though. If she had all that going on, then why the fuck was she hiding under those butt ugly suits? "Start talking Jared, and make it good, who the fuck is Katarina Sloane?" I gave him my signature glare to let him know I meant business. I wanted to know what the fuck was going on, and I wanted to know now.

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.

Katrina gasped, her eyes wide with betrayal as I pinned her against the wall. “What the hell, Archer!” she snapped, her voice filled with anger. “You really think you can kill Lupus warriors with this?” I growled, my face inches from hers. “They’re trained killers, Katrina! Some of them could eat your soul in seconds, and all you’ve got is a gun? Don’t kid yourself.” "So what am I going to do? Trust you?" Katrina's voice was laced with frustration, her eyes narrowing as she faced me. "You're already buried in your training, juggling part-time jobs, and school! There's no way you could save me from death, Archer!"

Watching Vincent. The man wasn't here for the girl. The man was here for him. And now he'd seen her. Gaby was still standing at the curb, waiting for a cab, her back to the street. She was still in the man's line of sight. She was still connected to Vincent. He moved before he thought. "Don't look back," he said, appearing at her left shoulder."Stand to my left. Now." She opened her mouth. "Don't." She closed it. She moved to his left. The man across the street held Vincent's stare for three seconds, four—then turned and disappeared into the alley.

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.