Lara Croft X Reader Novels & Stories

The warm water felt great, erasing the dust on my walk through the pack, relieving my aching muscles. After changing into a comfortable cream-colored dress, I stepped out of the bathroom feeling much lighter. When I entered the bedroom, I found Xander sitting near the window. His dark hair was damped from his own shower. He lifted his gaze from the book in his hand. "There you are." I smiled. "What are you reading?" He carried out the heavy hardcover book. "I found this in Father's old library." As I walked over, curiosity sprung to life in me. "It's about the history of Nightmare Pack."

Then, I picked up my phone. I wanted to send Ruby a message. I wanted to tell her that I had found Casper. I had just unlocked my phone when the chat suddenly flooded in. [Oh my god! Ms. Xander is really carrying bricks!] [She has blisters on her hands… I checked the later parts of the story. She really is extremely rich. Can someone explain what is going on?]

Someone that was staring at her. ‘Oh crap.’ “Sorry,” She mouthed and he shrugged. They started again by reading the first chapter together. Xeelany listened attentively to each word as she slowly progressed through each sentence. She tried to concentrate on every single syllable as she felt as if her mind was being filled with water from all those words flowing over each other in a never ending flow. “You should really try harder at understanding these,” Xavier chuckled as he put a bookmark in the book they were currently reading and closed it. “You’ve barely gotten through a fourth chapter now.”

My grimoire, sensing the awkwardness of the whole situation came floating to me, flipping back and forth as though speaking to me before it came to a halt on a page and settled before me. I looked into its pages and read what it was suggesting. But I knew what was wrong. I needed no spell to tell why Xavier wanted to return. That girl Lyra, there was just something about her, and that something had wriggled its way into the fissures of Xavier's heart, and that was a herculean task. “I don't need a mind-reading spell to know what this is about,” I said as I willed my grimoire to move aside.

She must be the one to ransack my room looking for ‘Tome of Prophecy’. When Tacy came to me earlier today. She told me that she had accidentally read a text Xui Lin was sending someone in the kitchen. It was late in the night and Tacy found it odd that Xu was there standing in a corner, texting someone, so Tacy quietly drew close enough to read what she was sending without being detected. Lycans have sharp eyesight and they can easily read from a distance. The contents of her text shook her. She was telling someone that Karica and you had survived what they had plotted and was asking for her next move.

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.

) BOOK TEN- Title TBD- TBA 2025 - Xanthia's Story (Nora and Xander's Daughter. BOOK ELEVEN- title TBD-TBA- 2026- Octavius Story (Nora and Xander's son.)

She explained. I took a deep breath understanding her worries. “You can read it later. For now, you need to get ready for your training.” “I am not going to read it, you are.” Thalia announced. “Excuse me.” I said not getting her point. “I can never read such a book. I wouldn't even understand anything about it. But I am desperate to make things work with Xander, so I came up with a plan.” “You want me to read the book?” I asked, cutting her short.

_*]:min-w-0 !gap-3.5"> CHAPTER ONE SLUM LIFE The warmth of the stone was a small mercy against the killing chill of the Lowcrest Shadowveil. Xalara Silvyn—though she knew herself only as Xalara, bastard-born and orphaned before she could walk—pressed the smooth river rock between her palms and summoned the whisper of magic that lived beneath her skin. Not with intention, but instinct—the way her lungs drew breath or her eyes blinked against the ash that perpetually rained from the factories that ringed the slum's borders. The stone's temperature rose slowly, heat seeping into her threadbare gloves, the worn leather cracked and stained with years of grime.

“He will, you know that.” Lara became serious, the gleam in her eyes changing from amusement to something darker. “Not this time baby,” she muttered as she moved in closer. When she reached for the satchel she wore over her shoulder and took out something that made my stomach turn, it was a scrapbook. I tried hard not to flinch. Years of handling had softened the edges, and it was thick and well-worn. With a tone of almost reverence, she stated, “This is my proof… My past interactions with him. Before you. Before everyone.”