Hunger Games Alexander Ludwig Novels & Stories

That boy was Lucas. Then came the texts, each one a dagger to the heart. Surprise? Alexander's real family is here. What did you think you were? You’re just a tool. He only marked you for your White Wolf power. By the way, do you know why your wolf has been silent? Alexander has been dosing your food with Wolfsbane. He was afraid you'd threaten my position if you awakened. You’re pathetic. You couldn't even sense your own mate cheating. It’s good your son died; he was just an extra burden anyway. Hurry up and make room for us.

This time, he wouldn’t hesitate. But the gun, for a moment, wasn’t pointed at me, and Alexander, on the ground, was out of his line of sight. Alexander saw a piece of iron bar on the ground, near a car wheel, and dragged himself over to it, grabbed the bar with both hands and stood up. His face was covered in dirt and a little blood. He didn’t scream, just took a deep breath, raised the bar and hit Lucas’s knee. The sound was of breaking bone, Lucas screamed in pain, his leg gave way.

Mia: I wound down the glass watching as buildings zoom past, letting the wind blow in my face. I could not wait to be home. To be in Lukas' arms. Dad finally named Axel as his heir and though some were in opposition, the majority had no problem with it, especially after they found out Jade was a gambling addict. I would never forget the look on Luna Lilian's face when she realized her son would never become the Alpha she had trained him to be. I would relish that memory forever.

For an instant, they simply stood there, two creatures forged in very different molds by the fires of power and responsibility, meeting only in that they had never truly belonged anywhere they hadn’t fought to stay. Alexander broke the silence first. “So,” he said matter of factly, as if they were talking about police patrols or harvest seasons. “The child,” Lucifer did not bristle. This was what he had anticipated. To tell the truth, he had wondered when Alexander would make his move. “Elion,” Lucifer says “Yes,” Alexander nodded. “Elion. He isn’t just a stray you picked up out of misplaced mercy.” “No,” Lucifer agreed. “He is not.”

Because I was just an eighteen-year-old girl trying not to starve. ​"Is this the boy?" ​Alexander’s voice is like a physical blow. It's deep, gravelly, and cuts through the quiet room like a razor blade. Leo flinches instantly, squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his face behind my leg. ​I look up, my whole body trembling under his gaze. Alexander has stepped away from the massive bed. He stands there in his dark silk robe, his chest partially bare, looking like some ancient, cruel king. His face isn't smirking anymore. He looks dead serious, his piercing eyes locked onto my son's face. He’s scanning every single detail—the nose, the forehead, the way Leo holds himself. He’s looking for his d

Alexander said as he stared at the open field right in front of him, they were right in the middle of an unknown desert. The hot desert wind blew but that didn’t stop anyone from working, they were already used to it. He was dressed in a black top, khaki pants, and black boots. If Olivia had seen him, she would have mistaken him for a soldier. He removed his shades from his pocket and then wore it. “What about Felix’s men,” he asked in annoyance. Alexander wanted to get the whole thing over with. Tomorrow was his father’s birthday banquet, and he couldn’t wait to ruin it.

Alexander sat up immediately and brushed off the hair covering his eyes. “I'm Logan Smith, and I was sent to deliver a letter to the alpha of Blackwood Pack.” The messenger introduced himself, then proceeded to fetch the letter from his bag. He handed it over to Will, who handed it to Alexander. Alexander wasted no time in tearing open the letter before his eyes settled on its contents. “It's a letter inviting me to come watch the combat tournament which started two days ago. If we leave now, we can make it to the Council before the end of the tournament being done today!” Alexander revealed in excitement, his eyes lighting up.

I felt magic swirl around before I got the urge to eat the salad. "Imagine if this was someone like Luther. Someone who wanted to destroy the universe. All I want to do is be with you and rule." Alexander said as he took another bite. Was that true? Did he just want to rules. I looked down at my food and picked up the last piece of leaf. He just got me to eat this while salad and I wasn't upset. "Someone will take you and then you will be used and abused. I'll treat you right though." Alexander said as I took the last bite of my salad.

Alexander knew that Charlotte had also been struggling to find Keanu and Karletta, and he took this chance to talk to her and search for them together. However, the temptation proved too firm, and Alexander, seduced by Charlotte's beauty, attempted to rape her. Unexpectedly, Keanu appeared and repeatedly punched Alexander. Keanu became even more confident that the "fake" Lucius could never stand a chance against him, as the honest Lucius was a skilled fighter, his body far more resilient from years of training as a spy and trusted member of the Oweis family.

Alexander brought a porridge bowl on a tray and came to the bedroom. "Father, have this," Alexander said as he put the tray on the table. "Aren't you eating?" Lucas questioned as Alexander sat on the bed beside Anastasia. "I had food earlier," Alexander replied. Lucas hummed. "Please finish that. You shall take care of yourself as well," stated Alexander. Lucas smiled and picked the porridge bowl from the tray. "Status of a person does not matter. I used to think that Ana is such an ambitious woman and she should marry a man who's the same as her," Lucas proclaimed as he moved the spoon in the bowl.