Moxxie X Striker Novels & Stories

“Okay, good. Now I need you to breathe. I promise you we can handle the headlines and her. We can discuss it with the legal staff while we’re there. I know you must be livid, but I need you to stay calm. Can you do that?” He reluctantly nodded his head in agreement, but the color of his eyes looked black, which was always a sign that he was angry. “Do you have any idea how humiliating this is? Stories claiming that I’m impotent are going viral across social media right now!” “I get that, Ash. I do. But remember, I’m here, and I know how to deal with nasty publicity stunts like this. That crazy woman who ran around last season claiming Stryker gave her an STD, and who do you think dealt with

~ ALISTAIR ~ Bait. Wait. Strike. As soon as we step foot into the locker room with me leading the line, I turn and yank Gunner by the collar before descending on him and throwing a punch to his stupidly sweaty face. I can feel hands trying to yank me off his miserable body but I hold still, transgressing my anger on him.

"Finish it!" Master Moony's body erupted with extreme energy, resembling red-hot iron. His skin turned to ash as he surged toward Alexander, enveloped in electric arcs. He went all out for the strike. Employing the Mountain Shatter move in the Flowering Strike Technique, Alexander invoked his strongest killing move. Flames engulfed his body, shaping a giant sword silhouette. The collision of their attacks sent them staggering apart. Alexander bore a shallow wound, roasted dry by the intense heat while Master Moony's shoulder sported a fist-sized hole.

Drexton walked past them as he sat beside Maddox. He snatched the tobacco pipe from Maddox and inhaled it deeply. He puffed out the smoke with only two words echoing in his head. Ixora Castellan. The one whom he swore to ruin and destroy, make her bleed—mess with her—cause her pain until she would have no other option left but suicide—suicide which he wouldn't let her commit. "That face tells a lot. She fell into the trap, right?" Jaxon asked. The two girls have joined the other strippers.

Striker smiled at me when we began our journey from the others “its been a while since I helped a Hunt. I think the last one was little Vexillum.” “And that ended well” Rolf rolled his eyes “didn’t even put a scratch on the beast. Pathetic” “I know you will do better” Striker winked at me “I’ve chosen quite a beauty for you. It’s only a few k’s from here.” “A few k’s?” I moaned “I have burnt hands from pushing that door! They aren’t going to last a few metres, let alone a few kilometres!” “I wasn’t aware you weren’t in the best shape to do this” Striker looked up at Rolf “we can call it off if you like…”

“We’ll protect you, Mia. We’ll protect all of us.” POV: Striker From the shadows of the forest surrounding Darkhaven, Striker watched. His eyes, cold and calculating, followed the movements of the pack as they prepared for war. He had been watching for weeks, studying, learning their weaknesses. He knew exactly how to break them. But his real target was Mia. She was the key to everything, the only one who could unlock what he had been searching for. And he would have her, one way or another.

Rage simmered inside me…at his tone and the way he was disregarding my feelings. Resisting him with defiance, I gritted out, “I cannot live without…” He cut me off sharply, “We have a mate somewhere out there waiting for us, Maddox. That’s who we can’t live without. Our mate is the one specially made for us. She’ll complete our powers and without her, we’ll always be incomplete.” “Eryx…” I said vulnerably.

Usually both. "So," Xavier started, a teasing grin spreading across his face like he'd just uncovered the world's greatest secret, "I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say this is all because of that stripper. Am I right? You've got it bad for her, don't you?" Something hot and protective flared in my chest. "You better stop it right there," I snapped, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. The words cracked like a whip across the empty space between us. "Don't call her that. She's not a stripper."

The bar was left in the sound of fists and bone and growls. Maddox hauled the stranger up by his shirt, dragging him across the bar counter. His biceps bulged, veins standing out, the sheer strength of him terrifying and intoxicating. He slammed the man down so hard glasses rained like shards of ice. “You touch her again,” Maddox snarled, voice guttural, wolf breaking through, “and I’ll tear your throat out.” The stranger whimpered. Actually whimpered. And gods help me, I burned watching it.

Ariana I forced a smile and picked up the coffee mug. "Right." I didn't even know why I said that. It just slipped out of my mouth. The stranger's smile remained firmly in place. Then, as if realizing I was seconds away from dying of embarrassment, he extended a hand. "Theo Valmont." Wait....What? Damien has a brother that I don't know about? How? Before I could dwell on it, he continued. "I'm the Executive Director of Strategic Operations."