Hunger Games Alexander Ludwig Novels & Stories

Lena's heart leaped, and a whirlwind of emotions swirled within her, causing her eyes to tear up. "Leo..." "I'm not Leo anymore. I'm Alexander," he calmly stated. "If Leo brings back painful memories, forget about him. Just remember Alexander." Lena felt a pang in her heart. Tears flowed freely as she embraced Alexander. Alexander, who appeared much younger due to long-term malnutrition, gently patted her back, his own eyes glistening with tears. Lena wept without saying a word. "Hey, don't cry!" Alexander softly comforted her. "I didn't mean to make you cry. I-I just wanted to make you happy and share some candy with you! I... "Sis!"

Neither one says anything for a few moments and I know my mom must be asking him, in their mind link, what’s going on. “I’ll be right down. Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden, make yourselves comfortable.” She calls down, using the same formality as my father when realizing it must be something serious. As the three of us walk into the living room, I see Dax, my youngest brother and my Lead Warrior sitting in an armchair, leaning forward with his arms on his legs. He’s clearly overheard the conversation between me and our dad, and also wants to know what’s going on. “Hey, Baby Bro.” I walk over to Dax and lean down to give him a hug. He growly softly at the term of endearment, but I don’t care. He

"You bear a striking resemblance to young Lucan Trinigad, both in appearance and in intellect. Lucan was an exceptional boy, much like you. His ability to reason and discern mirrored yours. If only he hadn't been a Lycan, he would not have met such a gruesome end." "I did see him once while he was still alive," came Alexander's reply. Lucan was the first son of the former Alpha king of Trinigad, Williams Trinigad. He was killed during the coup by my father's men. "I'm honored to be compared to him."

He really just wanted to just leave her. But he understood that once he left, Arya Beckett would definitely get raped, and with her kind of temper, when she wakes up the second day, she would definitely jump off a building to commit suicide. Regardless of Alexander feeling's towards this woman, he still didn’t want to see her get ruined, especially by these scum. The fight between Alexander and the two good for nothings blonde haired thugs caused a lot of commotion and a lot of sounds, alerting everyone inside the room. A couple of the jocks walked out from the room.

Gina said screaming. Alexis turned around , she can see Jude still a little bit busy, he was already dealing with the Ladies, he didn't kill any of them, he was just hitting them in their hands and legs with bullet, and his shot were accurate and fast, because he missed none, even he pursued one girls all the way to dormitory before he got her down. After disabling everybody, he joined Alexis and the rest, he go to where Lucy is lying down not moving. "I don’t know you girl, but you deserve death for shooting my master son." Jude said in the most murderous tone ever, in anger, he wanted to deal his most dangerous blow, but Alexis stopped him.

I ask, unsure of what I want the answer to be. Alexander takes a deep breath, slowly pulling away to look me in the eye. “I felt at the time I found him, even with you unconscious in his arms, that it would be best to lead by example. To stop the killing.” I cannot imagine the self-control he had to employ to do that. “He’s in the dungeon,” Alexander tells me. I’m surprised at the relief I feel. Not that Lucas is alive, but that he’s at my disposal to do with what I like.

A man reaches out to grab my arm tightly and yanks the knife out of my hand and pulls me to his chest. "Such a shame, I would have really loved to get to know such a woman". Dumbstruck I am unable to speak. I hear my father from behind me clear his throat. "Calliope, meet Alexander Bathory. Head of the warlock council, son of the covenant leader Constantine Bathory.... and your betrothed".

But today, after hearing that conversation, he felt the need to crush completely every ounce of hope Logan had and every bit of encouragement Ada had so carelessly handed him. “I just find it funny,” he said at last, his voice calm, almost bored, “how someone as pathetic as you thinks he has a chance with Mirena.” Logan’s eyes twitched. “Excuse you?” “You heard me,” Alexander replied casually, completely unfazed by the glare directed at him. “There’s a scale to these things. A level to how pathetic someone can be.” A faint chuckle slipped past his lips. “And you’re sitting right at the top of it.”

Marcus was perched on a high limb, grinning down at him like a mischievous child. "Come down here, you coward!" Hector bellowed. "Never! You cannot catch me, Your Majesty! I am too fast!" "You are a grown man acting like a pup!" "And you are a king chasing me with a sword over a frog!" "It was not just a frog! It was a poisonous frog!" "It was a regular frog! I checked!" Our son, Alexander, appeared at my side. He was the quieter of the twins. Where Alora was a whirlwind of energy and mischief, Alexander was calm and thoughtful. He had his father's eyes and his mother's gentle nature.

“Which honestly makes me more nervous. It’s like knowing there’s a spider in your room but not being able to find it. I hated that guy—always an ass when we were kids.” Alexander smirked, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You got that right.” I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself. GrimMaw—once a respected Alpha, now nothing but a disgrace. A monster lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings of the Rogues, waiting for his chance to strike. We had an idea of what he wanted—me, my family—but every time his name came up, it felt like a ghost passed through the room. “And the redheaded kid?” Alexander pressed. “Did they send him to fight? Snoop around again?”