Gengar X Novels & Stories

He transfers his attention to my other breast as he gently lowers me onto his bed without his lips breaking contact. I want to feel his naked skin against me. I need to touch him. “You have too many clothes on Xander…” I complain as I try to undo his shirt buttons. He lifts his head and grins, shirt buttons go flying everywhere as he pulls his shirt apart to reveal his tanned perfectly sculpted chest….I reach out to touch him, I’ve never seen a man with a body like this before. He has a tribal tattoo covering his left bicep and chest and as my fingers touch his skin I feel his raw muscled strength. He looks at me as I run my finger over his nipple and down his chest over his six pack abdomen

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

"Don't mind getting hurt because you'll heal instantly it's an additional gift you get after bonding with your guardians while the Elders already have the property of regeneration in their old powers." "I want you all to fight like you want your opponent dead make it brutal because that's how you'll be able to upgrade your powers. No one will stop until you kill your opponents." Xander yelled. He knew their fear and he needed them to overcome this to advance forward. Xander and Byul turned to face Max, Tim and Wanda before looking at The sun god and King Lam. Flicking his finger, he placed them in separate sparring fields and under the shields. Wayo and Lam while Max and Tim with the Sun God

The people there were after him! “F*ck! That’s him! He’s the one who beat us up!” shouted the angry woman when she saw Gerald. As she pointed toward him, several people who looked like gangsters wielding wooden bats exited the shop. They had dragon tattoos all over their arms and they each bore fierce expressions on their faces. Xeno himself ran out, holding a kitchen knife in each hand. Even though he was clearly outnumbered, Xeno wasn’t afraid. All of them were outside now, and since Xeno was holding the knives, none of the gangsters dared to move forward.