Kingdom Hearts 2 Vexen Novels & Stories

"After many years I have finally found my mate. Anna will soon be crowned as the Luna of the pack and I would expect all of you to give her the respect she deserves. Is that understood?" Asher asked in his high-pitched voice. "Yes! Alpha," they chorused. "We will be handpicking some warriors to accompany us to the Crescent Island. Kyle and that demon need to be defeated for our world to find peace again. Two teams will be formed, one under me and the other under Anna," Asher explained, taking strides in front of them while I stood behind and watched their reactions. Quite a few reacted the way I had anticipated. "Luna will lead the other team?"

“This is just an obstacle. It will pass with time.” We stood there in silence for a while, wrapped in each other, letting the moment soothe our aching hearts. Then, finally, he spoke. “His name is Calvin Clair. And he is the Vampire King.” I looked up at him, my breath catching in my throat. His face was a mask of worry, his green eyes dark with something close to fear. I could see from the get go that the encounter had bothered him. But now i could finally understand why. “So what was he doing here, having a somewhat casual conversation with me?” I asked, my mind racing with the implications of what Xander had just told me.

Ada and Alexander are eating breakfast when Vixen starts talking again. Vixen-Mother and her mate have reaching out. Ada-I can’t mindlink in front of Alexander. Vixen-Then just listen. Duke is in a coma, Bär and Ingrid blame you. Ada-I only hope that Emma suffers. Vixen-I had to reject the kingdom. We are officially rogues. Ada-I’m okay with that. Vixen-We need to stay in for a bit. I’m pretty sure they are going to be looking for a new rogue in every city and town with packs. We are going to be scented if we step outside.

I am older, but I am weak and useless to them. I may be all of those things, but I am not stupid and I most certainly do not give up just easily. If I cannot get the recognition that I wanted and deserved alone, then I am dragging someone into this. And I am not the least bit conscientious. Eliana Deere, daughter of the admired by many Boss R, the one and only heiress to the throne, you will be mine. And you will make me the most successful pack leader in all of the vampire history.

she asked casually, as if she were referring to a piece of trash. "Send her to the underground crematorium," I answered without hesitation. "Burn her completely. I don't want a single trace of her left in this world. Dispose of the ashes as well." Eloise, who had once ruled the underground boxing arena as its undisputed queen, didn't even end up with a grave marker. Like a venomous snake hiding in the darkness, she was drained of her last bit of use and turned into a pile of worthless ashes. She had vanished without a trace.

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

I say "you were waiting for me because you knew what would happen to Hank. You were the one who poisoned him." "I didn't poison him; I poisoned everybody from my pack's delegation to your party, except my parents, of course," she says. Hayden growls but doesn't struggle. There's no point in it, he is helpless against the chains, and I am helpless against two werewolves standing in front of me, especially against Becca, who is a Head Warrior, after all. "What did you poison Hank with?" I ask. "With Red Venom" Hayden takes a breath sharply and looks at Connie as if she was crazy.

It was coming from the heart itself, its malicious energy radiating in waves. “Why don’t you disappear already?” Damon hissed. The heart’s voice chuckled darkly. “How many times must I explain this? I will leave the day my master reclaims me.” “Who’s your master?” I asked, stepping forward. “The new king of the dark,” it whispered, its voice dripping with malice. “That’s impossible,” I growled. “The last king—Ravengrim—was banished to the abandoned vortex. He’s as good as dead.”

“I, Reyna, the ruler of the North, swear my loyalty to Aluxious, my mate and ruler of the South. May this heart serves as a token of our kingdom’s union and our unborn child, the witness of this allegiance.” She descended the stairs, slowly walking to him. He stood unmoving, his emotions all over the place. Who cared about the heart? She was his heart. Did she realize how he felt when he found out she was gone? He ground his jaw, waited for his mate to come closer. She stopped at one arm’s distance, raised her hand, offering the heart. Aluxious slapped her hand. “Fuck the heart!” he growled. He pulled her to his chest, buried his snout in the junction of her neck. “I have yours and that’s al

Actions speak louder, and she’d learned that by now. She was at the table, sipping coffee, studying the bikes lined up in the lot. I could feel her mind racing, cataloging everything she didn’t understand. The way she tensed when one of the brothers started the engine nearby. The subtle flinch when a door slammed. She was hyper-aware, alert. Dangerous, in her own way, but fragile at the edges. And I didn’t trust anyone else to keep her safe—not here, not ever. Riker passed by, smirking, and I felt the familiar heat in my chest. He caught my glance and knew better than to test me again. Not today. Not when I was already tethered to her without permission, without explanation, without plan.