Namine X Roxas Novels & Stories

I stated. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T JAXY?" "Jaxy?" questioned Nemesis who stood by the staircase evidently eavesdropping on our whole conversation. She was wearing a red top with grey shorts. Fucking hell, she's going to put me in a mood again. "You must be Nemesis." said Felix getting up from his seat to shake her hand. "Felix Torres." "I'm Reina not Nemesis but your ugly friend over there is actually called Narcissus for the record anyways." she stated wearing a grin.

“Yes. Some of you already know her. She is Serena, and she is my fated mate. She is the future Luna of this pack.” The silence that followed was heavy, but then, as if on cue, the pack erupted into cheers. Warriors slapped each other on the back, and even the injured managed to smile. For a pack, a mate meant hope—a Luna meant stability, an heir, and growth. “Serena will lead beside me,” I said, my voice cutting through the noise. “And we will protect her at all costs. She is our future.” The warriors raised their fists, their voices blending into a single chant: “For our Luna! For Crescent Grove!”

James wanted to verify whether Xayal created the so-called Ritual Rank. He was also curious to find out the white-robed man’s name. He asked, “May I ask for your name, sir? The man smiled and replied, “My real name is Xzavion Bentley. However, I usually go by Falcon Xoan in the cultivation world.” “Is Xayal the creator of the Ritual Rank?” “Yes, but not really,” said Xzavion. “What do you mean?” James was puzzled.

“Come on now, I want to play a game when I woke up.” Rox fluttered his eyes, surprised by Marcus’s sudden enthusiasm on presenting himself to the King. Suddenly he chuckled. “W-What is it?” Marcus retorted, gradually feeling embarrassed and regretful for wearing a wide neck shirt. “Nothing.” Rox’s laughter died down, replaced with a subtle smirk. “What was your name again?” “It’s Marcus Collins.” “Marcus Collins.” Rox paused. It seems like he can’t address him as a mere kid anymore.

Grunts, howls, and chirping of the rouges and hunters from the forest as they are preparing for the war. The queen and king of rouges were waiting for another scream as they thought of victory. “With the birth of the Blue Moon Pack’s heir, I am eager to kill them all. “The king of the rouges announced it as their troops started to scream. “Kill! Kill! Kill!” They are repeating every word that the king of rouges tells them. With that small victory, they were chanting. They didn’t even notice how their defenses were starting to fail.

she added. "You don't even know me, Lisa. I can do what I want to get rid of you. I'm Dark Louiz Romero and you must follow what I want to do," I reminded her. She laughed at me. "I don't care about you. You really don't know me too. I'm Lisa Roxas, right? You're not the only one who has the power to make things easier. Be careful of what you're saying because it'll probably return to you. We're not yet done..." she said weakly. Lisa Roxas turned her back and left me. I remained silent and tried to contemplate the words she said and later on, my friends arrived with their girlfriends.

“What’s your name?” “Xelina,” I say, looking up into his deep brown eyes. A small smile tugs at his lips. “I’m Lazlo.” Ferna and Nimera, standing nearby, already begin their sharp accusations and snide remarks, trying to shatter the fragile moment. Their voices jab like thorns, but Lazlo doesn’t flinch.

Ella frowned and mumbled incoherently then she saw him smirk. ‘’Jerk.’’ She muttered. Then suddenly, his face became stern although Dominic’s and Bryan’s weren’t, they weren’t exactly pleased at whoever it was that they were glaring at. Ella’s gaze shifted, at first she was surprised then grimaced with feeling. He was Jason Roxas, the second son of the well-known Roxas shipping and cruising empire. Ella hadn’t expected to see him after all these years. She had met him when she was five and her mother happened to be a live-in house maid at the Roxas villa.

The man sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “My name is Malakai. And I'm not here to kill you, Roxy. I'm the only reason you're still breathing.”

The Alpha said. "It's Cyrus. Cyrus Steele." He said as if he was formally introducing himself to the guests. "You piece of shit! Get me out of here!" The young boy screamed at him. He faced the boy and shook his head. "Now, that is what I'm exactly going to do and no, I'm not the piece of shit," he said as he walked towards the boy who crawled backwards until his back has hit the wall. "You are," the Alpha said as he pointed his forefinger at him.