Jaxon Hughes Novels & Stories

Walking toward me, his massive frame cutting through the morning mist, was Jaxson. He wasn't wearing his hockey gear anymore, just a heavy black hoodie with the hood pulled down, gray sweatpants, and a dark duffel bag slung over his right shoulder. His left shoulder was noticeably stiff, a brutal reminder of the hits he had taken to secure that trophy. He looked exhausted, the dark circles under his amber eyes stark against his pale skin, his jaw covered in a thick layer of dark stubble. There were no cameras here. No microphone packs. No network producers hiding in the bushes to capture a scripted moment of high-friction drama.

a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from the shadows beside him. Jaxson stepped closer, his massive six-foot-three frame instantly blocking out the view of the city. He was dressed in a tailored, charcoal-gray team suit that made his broad shoulders look almost obscenely wide in the tight confines of the elevator. His short blond hair was styled, his rugged jaw freshly shaved, but his dark amber eyes held none of the corporate diplomacy the league handlers had spent the morning begging him to maintain. He didn't care about the cameras that would be waiting the moment the elevator doors slid open. He reached out, his large, warm hand catching Liam by the forearm, his fingers squeezing through the

"Good. Just remember, if you ever need anything, you come to me first." I barely stopped myself from exhaling in relief and snorted at him. "Yeah whatever." Thankfully he changed the subject and we moved on to talking about the upcoming game in two days Our fifth regional match. Jaxon kept up his usual chatter, speculating about the other team’s strategy, but then he smirked. “By the way, Mr. Mini Celebrity, did you see your Innagram lately?” I groaned. “Not this again.” “Dude, you and your rookie blowing up. People are calling you the next Shane Hollander. And as for Hayes folks are saying he's going to lead us tongue national title single handledly. Everyone else is feeling a little left o

I honestly don't think my heart could beat for another. "Hey Tess, you gonna dust that picture all day?" I heard Jaxon laugh. " No Jax!" I rolled my eyes and set the picture down. Jaxon is Chris's cousin, also one of my best friends. He's a very handsome werewolf with light brown hair, green eyes, and a smile like sunshine.As he walked behind me I got a snap notification from Chris. He was sitting in his car with Samantha, his good friend who happens to be a witch he met on campus, both smiling with the text saying road trip. I snapped back with Jax making a funny face over my shoulder telling them to have fun. and stay safe.

The dome dissolves, pressure lifting abruptly. I stagger—and immediately get caught by Ethan. “Still with me?” he asks softly. “Unfortunately,” I say weakly. “I think I promised not to die.” Blake flops onto the grass, staring up at the now-normal sky. “I can’t believe we just got audited by a god and survived.” Gravehowl settles back, presence easing. The Hunt stands. The Sleeper’s awareness lingers a moment longer. You did well, little Crown. Don’t make a habit of waking me.

The big black wolf is Xander, alpha Blake's wolf, and the big brown one, is Asher, Tyler's wolf. "What is the meaning of this? Hope... You? How dare you attack our friend's pack? How could you?" Xander's voice thunders, making Hope shutter. She's a strong girl, but she is nowhere near as powerful as him and Asher. "And you... My brother! Why are you helping her? How can you do this to them?... To us!" Asher says as he walks to Shay, making Shay snarl at him. Asher growls loudly, making Shay jump, taking a step back. "You... You don't understand... She's my..."

“Let’s just say… my heart is inspired lately.” The crowd oohed louder. “By who, if I may ask?” the host teased. Kai smiled. “By Leonard Clifford. He’s the love of my life. I love Leonard, and he’s my boyfriend.” The audience gasped. Even the host looked stunned. PINKPOP MANSION – JAXON’S ROOM Jaxon stormed into his room, annoyance flashing in his eyes. He angrily tossed his bag on the bed. He wasn’t mad at Leonard—he was mad at himself.

"What are we, Jax?" Jaxon blinked his eyes blankly. And I understood he also doesn't have any answers. We aren't mates. And he has a wife and a Luna. There is no place for me in the frame. It is only possible if he divorced his wife and renounced their bond then I can become his Luna and wife. Otherwise, there is no way I will become his mistress.

I whispered teasingly. "Er…erm… so all your friends are artists?" She stammered sheepishly. I snorted, "the only person close to being an artist is Aaron. He is an architect and civil engineer. He owns a company for building and selling buildings, any kind of houses, and malls. As long as it's a building. He also manages a real estate agent company but that doesn't make him an artist. The only artistic work Jaxon can do is paint a woman with cum and Mordecai doesn't even know how to draw a triangle. If he draws for you, you'll regret your life."

He winked at me before walking down the stairs and rushing toward his car as I looked at the glass of orange juice and pushing it aside. “Rough night?” A man asked from beside me. I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him, watching as he smiled. His hand had a phoenix tattoo, and judging by his scent, I could tell that the man was an Alpha. “And you’re choosing to forget about it by drinking orange juice?” “I don’t drink alcohol.” I said, and he chuckled before nodding at my stomach. “I can tell, your child’s heartbeat beats you to that.” He said, and I laughed. He extended his hand to me, and I raised an amused eyebrow. “Malakai, but friends call me Kai.”