Katarina X Garen Novels & Stories

" She introduced herself, and I felt my jaw drop at the mention of her name. Anderson? I questioned myself. Could she be related to Kylan in some way, or was this just some coincidence? She didn't look anything like his other siblings. Her skin color was a bit darker, and her features were different from that of the other Anderson siblings that I have met. She could be related to them somehow, but there was no way I could tell for sure. "I'm Katarina." I returned sharply before glancing towards Kylan's unconscious body for a distraction. I hated seeing him in that condition, all it did was make me worry.

Talk about counting their chicks before they are hatched! “Our pups are untouchable. You will never win. Ask Gwen and Roselyn,” Xena smirks and adds, “Good always prevails, always!” my stubborn mate shouts back defiantly, making the old man mad. Now the lightnings are worse and storm is intense. Not only that, the fake Xara is fuming. I guess her mentioning her mother is the trigger.

Eren rolls his eyes. Even if I’m a bit pissed off by him, my eyes can’t deny how sexy he is tonight. He is wearing a grey jeans with dark boots and a tight white T-shirt under his black denim jacket. I’m also in dark tonight. A short skater black dress with high neckline and matched patent heels.

It took all I had not to grind my teeth. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, her voice light, teasing almost. “But it’s worth it, right?” Icho stepped forward, his face twisted in confusion. “Who are you?” he asked, his tone harsh. Xena smirked and glanced at me. “I’m the greatest Lycan Alpha’s wife. I am Xena.” I inhaled deeply, a slow amused smile spread across my lips. I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, but I loved it.

He felt his breath getting trapped in his throat, huddled against his son with his hand still gripping his wife’s hand. “I can even sound like your son if I want to,” Jenatrix spoke out, using Kevin’s fiery and youthful deep voice. “I can turn into anyone I want, like the blue mutant bitch in the X-Men movies.” Jenatrix bragged while still maintaining Kevin’s form. “Are you gonna kill us?” Kevin let that question slip out of his mouth and he regretted it.

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”

Charlotte gulps and looks at Theo’s terrified face and Azraiel’s scared one. “What is it?” Charlotte asks Katya as she stands up, grateful for Azraiel’s arms around her. Katya looks at Azraiel and then at Charlotte. “It-It’s Wolfsbane.”

They were both crying and she looked up at me, not letting go of him. “Who is this?” Malachi asked. “This is my son, William,” I said and Malachi smiled. Charlotte let go of William but took his hand in hers as Malachi looked at him and bent down to his level. “Hello, William, I hear you’re the newest Sinclair.” Malachi offered his hand and William shook it. “Careful, Malachi. He looks like a tough little fighter to me,” Kiran said as he stood up and walked toward them. “I’m Kiran, can you throw a punch?”

Sensing what I was about to do, he started struggling again but the guards held him down and Kane watched with mixed feelings, horror most dominant. “I, Katrina Ryder of the Moonstone pack, hereby reject…” “NOO!!!” Ian screamed, begging, but I didn’t stop. “…Ian Turner of the Moonstone pack as my mate and severe all ties with him, under the veil of the moon goddess.” As I freed my hands, a bolt of emptiness punched my stomach and I lost balance, falling into Kane’s hands before I met the floor.

A pained look crosses Janus’ face “Garnet managed a spectacular move with her foot whilst I had her arm twisted high up her back and stomped me full in the jewels. To be honest I’m proud of the move but not too happy to be on the receiving end.” Gunther laughs aloud and I can barely stifle my laugh. “I like it that he can admit that Garnet got him good but it’s quite pathetic being hurt by a girl.” Gunther laughs. I cringe. I’ve seen Garnet spar during training and she’s got power, accuracy and speed. But Gunther’s right: she’s a girl. Not a warrior in training. I turn to Jared “And your story? Who kicked you? Who gave you the kitty scratch?”