Jordan Kent Novels & Stories

I wanted to run back and take the sheet fabric to cover my body again but I felt my knees weaken with how intense he was looking at me. He is not the Prince. He is the Alpha King Jacob—Alpha of the Moonlight Throne and King of all the thrones in the wilding forest. His gaze was already fixed in my eyes, yet I still felt it roaming over my body. “I-I’m sorry, Your grace. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” I bowed down to avoid his eyes. They were just pierced, and hot, and glaring. His stares could make anyone tremble in their knees. “Apology accepted. So you are my son’s new whore? The one he has taken on the night of choosing.” The sound of his footsteps drew nearer.

And he brought me here… lying about the reason. Why? Luna Elizabeth called her son up to speak. Jordan stood, buttoned his suit, and walked to the stage. Everyone clapped softly. Elizabeth whispered something in his ear and handed him the mic. “Good evening,” Jordan began. His voice was deep, steady, but… softer than usual. “My father, Alpha Marcus Canon… was everything a leader should be.” Jordan talked about him for a while. About how disciplined he was, how loyal, how strong, how he served the pack selflessly. He said his father was the greatest man he’d ever known and that he hoped he could live a life worthy of his father’s legacy.

Just closeness. Jordan stood abruptly, lifting his glass with exaggerated seriousness. “Oh no,” I whispered under my breath. Keal groaned softly beside me. “Brace yourself.” Jordan cleared his throat dramatically. “As Keal’s long-suffering friend and witness to his many… let’s call them ‘leadership moods,’ I feel uniquely qualified to speak tonight.” Laughter rippled through the hall. I bit my lip to keep from laughing too loudly. Jordan pointed toward Keal. “This man; our fearless Alpha, has faced down rival packs, negotiated impossible alliances, and once stared down a bear twice his size without blinking.”

Three minutes later, Jordan took the elevator to the top floor with his colleagues. As soon as he saw Kensley, he cursed angrily. He seemed to wish he could kick Kensley down the rooftop, “Kensley Leach, you ungrateful thing. I treated you so well in vain. How could you do such a crazy thing? You want to use me to kill Mr. Carter. You are so vicious.” I restrained the furious Jordan and signaled him not to pressure Kensley anymore. After all, his life was worthless. Even if he was forced to jump off the building, it was just one ant less in the world.

I force myself to do the same, even though I'm not liking how the dance team is getting everyone's attention today. And I can't order all of them not to turn that way. At least I know there are fifteen people that they might be looking at, not necessarily... "Damn, that Kingsley kid is hot as hell. Look at him go down. Fuuuck, that ass," Jordan blurts out about twenty feet away from me, but I hear him loud and clear so I turn to him in annoyance. Jordan's a senior, he already presented as an alpha. He has no business saying something like that about Kingsley when he's only fourteen. Maybe I hate him, but that's disgusting and I would defend any of those girls on the team just the same if thi

He didn’t even acknowledge her or ask for help. “Young Miss Gwen, don’t worry, Joshua won’t be able to leave so easily. He’ll be on your knees begging for your help eventually.” Jordan comforted her. This was a joke! The Donquite family was a celestial family. They had a bunch of skilled fighters who had not made their presence known yet. They would not be intimidated by a mere bomb. After all, the celestial family had all sorts of tricks up their sleeve.

Kent shook his head as telling his father that all he desires was to be a knight lord and find a new home for the Zerrohnians. “That is enough my son, no more drills or practice you two have earned some reprieve before the trial begins. Now go and be at peace and may Faith guide you in your journey.” The two saluted their father as they left the pocket dimension Kent held his left eye as it started to throb. Before they left the training grounds Kent grabbed an eye patch to cover his eyes as it turned bloody every time his power lashes out. “Brother, I worry for you despite not using your power I can still feel your rage is surging out of control.”

Harvey York smiled. He squinted and said, “I forgot to tell you. “The guy named Lebron that you sent to kill me has been captured by me. He even revealed many of your hidden cards to me just to survive. “For example, you have a personal bodyguard named Kuroda Taro from Island Nation with you. But he should be on the way to stop Rachel Hardy right now, correct? “After all, Justin Walker will have the greatest chance of winning in the ring tonight if only Rachel is seriously injured, right?”

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

Were they talking about guys? “But he’s hot, in that nerdy kind of way,” Kimi said, going back to her phone. “Maybe, but my character isn’t just nerdy, he’s strong. Like a Clark Kent type of build.” They’re talking about a story Rose must be writing. I really should start teasing her into letting me read them. Maybe I can get an idea of her perfect guy. I continued to creep closer. “Clark Kent is Superman, stupid,” Kimi scoffed.