Lars Alexandersson Tekken Novels & Stories

Maylea, one of the few female trainees, was quick on her feet but always left herself open, favouring her right side. “Imelda, you’re going against Jasper. Line up and practice defensive techniques. After you are done, you are both. You are allowed to head home for the night.” My Grandfather ordered. I could hear the irritated sigh Jasper let out. “Let’s make this quick. I have other places to be.” Jaspers's voice was sharp as he spoke to me. I rolled my eyes at him. I stripped off my metal guards and stood in my fighting leather. My knives were sheathed to my left leg and one on my upper left arm. Jasper was doing the same, his tunic was loose, and he wore similar fighting pants. He only ha

“For now, just let us get this done, yeah?” “I am curious about what THIS is.” The Lycan said as Leonardo opened the door for him. I kept my eyes on the man before taking a step toward him as I kept my arm around Daniella. I extended my hand to him, and he smiled, extending his to shake mine. “Alaric Klein, to what do we owe the honor?”

"You are so stunning like this, Stevens," Magnus Andersen murmurs, his golden Alpha eyes fixed on my bare chest as his broad hands massage my flesh, his thick fingers circling the sensitive tips of my nipples. "I cannot wait to see your body swell and heavy with my royal blood as you carry our heir to term."

We crossed a courtyard dusted with fresh snow, the ground packed down by the heavy boots of warriors drilling in formation. And there— Near the center— I saw him. Alexandro. He was dressed in simple black armor, moving through the ranks of soldiers like a dark storm. He barked orders, demonstrating techniques with swift, brutal efficiency. I watched, transfixed, as he sparred with three wolves at once, his movements a blur of deadly grace. He moved like a creature of pure instinct, every step calculated, every strike purposeful. His soldiers fought hard to match him, but none could best him.

Yelled a voice that sounded like it was rushing this way “ Alpha Alex!” Yelled another coming from the other direction. Before I could turn around to see who it was I was being knocked to the ground forced to be face to face with a wolf so skinny that pushing him off would break him. But he didn’t smell of rotten flesh like he described. Alex yanked him off by his throat making him whimper and cry. “ don’t hurt him!” Getting up brushing off my butt and legs “ what? He attacked you.” Alex growled clenching the wolf's throat tighter

"Clan Sköll? Det er ikke mulig. Sköll-klanen forsvant i min fars tid. (That's not possible. The Sköll Clan disappeared in my father's time.)" The sword disappeared from his neck as did the boots from his back. Taking these actions as permission, Brand slowly turned over and sat up. He first saw the large warrior draped in multiple furs and with an ax in his hand and a longsword strapped to his back. The man's black eyes bore into his, daring him to make one wrong move so he could play with his favorite toy and remove Brand's heart from his chest with it.

When we managed to find our way to the front of the ring, I could see why they were excited. Alex was shirtless, his dark jeans hanging so low on his waist that the v-line led down, giving people ideas of what was in those trousers. His muscles were toned from years of war, and he had few scars, probably from fighting as a wolf. He was fighting two men expertly. Ducking to avoid being punched by the green-eyed man while hitting the larger one squarely in the jaw somehow simultaneously.

“Are you sure the Omega’s properly drugged with the experimental Luna Nera? This plan to fuck over that idiot Lorenzo can’t fail, or the Alpha skins us alive.” I froze solid when I heard the conversation between a man and... Luca.

"The necklace I gave him, too." Bringing my knees up to my chest to wrap my arms around them, I keep my glare thick with hatred. All of a sudden, before I had the chance to say a word, Alexander's tact changed. He glanced to the left, his eyebrows creasing. He is already a rather fierce, dark looking man, so this surprised look that crossed his face looked strange. I watched his jaw tick before he looked back at me, seemingly irritated. "I have something I must do," he says quickly, moving subtly away. "This isn't over."

I could feel the courage and strength that he was sending through the mate bond. “I am not even going to ask you if you would submit to me, because a refusal to submit to my Luna is a refusal to submit to me.” Anders squeezed my shoulder and I understood what I needed to do. Allowing Senna to surge to the surface, I used the additional strength and crushed Jefferson’s windpipe. The crunching sound was sickening and the look in his eyes as the light left them was haunting. Anders took me under the arms and pulled me up, embracing me. “You know I saw the whole thing. You are quite the fighter. I could see your mind working as he was coming at you. You have a keen ability to predict what your o