Kinger X Jax Novels & Stories

“Listen to me. They will try to call a trial. They will try to demand your exile or your blood as recompense for Alaric. But they forget one thing.” He leaned in, his forehead pressing against hers. “I am the King. And I do not negotiate with ashes.” “Ragnar, if you protect me now, you lose the Ridge. You lose the Eastern Plains. You’ll be a King of nothing but ghosts.” “Then I will be a King of ghosts,” he growled, his scent of cedar and storm-clouds flaring with dominance. “I would rather rule a graveyard with you than a paradise without you.” A sharp knock at the door interrupted them.

Killing humans will be hard on him no matter what he says. "Are you two going to chat all day, or can we get moving?" King asks from behind me. Axel takes a quick step away and lowers his eyes. King might tolerate him to a point, but Axel knows not to push it too far. "Ready, master," the doctor quips without fear. Crazy man. King rolls his eyes then winks at me. I need to figure out what it is about Axel that allows King to throw off the mating rage. Maybe I can bottle it and spray down all the females who look at him.

He wasn’t like the rogues from before. He was… cleaner. Stronger. His eyes locked onto mine. And I felt it. Recognition. Not from me. From him. “Well,” he said, voice smooth, almost amused. “That was easier than expected.” Kael stepped forward, placing himself slightly in front of me. “State your name,” he said coldly. The man smiled. “Names are earned,” he replied. “And you haven’t earned mine yet, Alpha.” The insult hung in the air. Heavy.

My stomach dropped when I saw the sender: B4 VIP Section. Knox know as "Razor" , Ryder as "Beast" Jaxon as the "Phoenix, and... Axel known as the"Viper". The four most powerful students at Sally Royal, the princes of our own world here and the one name that made my heart race despite years of training it not to. Six bottles of champagne. Table 7. Immediate delivery. "I have to..." I gestured weakly toward my phone. Blake released my arm with a disgusted sound. "Just try not to embarrass us more than you already have."

"I know, I know. Don't worry about it." Grandma sighed. I heard my cousin, Katie Woods, ask Siena, "Hey, Siena, is that jinx from your family not coming?" "No, she's not coming. My family has been unlucky lately. She's staying in the old house, hiding away." Katie seemed relieved. "Good. I don't want to be anywhere near her. It's the New Year. Don't need to catch any bad luck." My lips curled up in a humorless smile as my heart sank into a cold void.

He stood in the Krauser Kartel’s main operations hub, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the flickering tactical maps. "You’re staying?" Kenji Treslow had asked him earlier, surprised. Jax was a rising star in the Phoenix Mafia, Townsville’s elite. His place was at the spearhead of the Townsville liberation. "I can't go, Kenji," Jax had replied, his voice unusually soft. He looked toward the door where Jade had just left.

A grim nod of approval passed between the King and his new Beta. "The altar is dead," Marcus rumbled, his voice vibrating the remaining stalactites. "But Jax stays alive. He’s going to talk." Jax let out a bloody chuckle from the mud, his red eyes rolling back to look up at Marcus. Even broken and defeated, his face twisted into a manic grin, eager to weaponize anything to break the King.

The next session, the gym lights were brighter than usual. Multiple cameras were set up at different angles, all feeding into the private premium live stream. Kai stood next to me, his hand possessively on my ass, when the door opened and Jax walked in, Kai’s equally shredded influencer friend, covered in tattoos, with a cocky grin. “Ready for the collab, baby?” Kai asked, slapping my ass hard enough for the microphones to pick it up. “Jax is here to help with some advanced training.”

Fuck. We'd been too busy teasing Daniel to notice. “We are here to meet Alpha Jack,” Jaxon spoke calmly. His posture remained relaxed. But I knew him. Every muscle in his body was ready for a fight. “We mean no harm.” The man studied him for several seconds. Long enough to become uncomfortable. “Who are you?” “I am Alpha Jaxon Blackwood, Alpha of Blood—” “BloodFang Legion?” The interruption came immediately. The man tilted his head. Then pointed toward Daniel.

No recognition, no bowing to the Alpha of this pack. “Jaxon,” he said, his voice smooth and controlled, the kind of voice that could be coaxing or snappy. “I presume you are aware of who I am?” I narrowed my eyes. “Introduce yourself. Names precede actions.” He smiled faintly, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Perhaps you are correct. I am Kieran, brother to the late Alpha Tristan. And soon, I intend to restore what is rightfully mine.”