Norman Jayden Novels & Stories

'' Delta is the lowest-tiered Werewolf nation. ''Good. I'll be there with Perol,'' replied Eden mentioning Perol who is a Beta, the older brother of Herol. He then walked down the stairs at high speed. Herol's forehead wrinkled. He still remains in his place. Astonished by Eden's enthusiastic attitude that the man rarely shows. What's more, it's about women. Eden who is famous for his power and power throughout the pack in the Scandinavia area is also known as the loneliest Alpha, having not met the Luna.

His eyes—those terrible, pale eyes—glowed faintly in the dim light. King Valerian was the embodiment of a warrior king—tall, broad-shouldered, and carved from muscle and discipline. His physique was built not by luxury but by centuries of battle, every line of his body honed like a weapon. Unlike most alphas, his skin bore a faint, icy pallor, a reflection of the frozen lands he ruled, and his long, silver-streaked black hair flowed like the northern winds he commanded. But it was his eyes that set him apart—piercing pale grey, almost white, glowing faintly with the eerie calm of a predator who didn’t need to snarl to be feared. Even in silence, Valerian commanded a room, a man of both chill

I need to go," she added, starting to back towards the door. "Wait, Elliana," he replied. "My name is Jayden, let's just talk for a minute. I'm really sorry. Please, I don't want you to feel like this is all your fault." But Elliana was already out the door, and she didn't look back.

I accepted his hand. A smile formed on his face. “You are welcome, buddy. I'm Jayden, but they call me god of the jungle here.” He said. “Now I see why I liked you at first sight; our names both start with the letter J.” He smiled. “I just hope yours doesn't stand for jail like my own, because the time I spent in jail is much compared to the one I spent free.” He added. My mouth opened widely, but no words came out of it.

"I'm serious. She's the owners niece. One word of her about what's happening here and we're fucked." A dark brown skin boys nudges him with his elbow. "Bro, chillax. There's no need to be so uptight." He gets on his feet and walks over to me, extending his hand out for me to shake. "My names Jayden! But my friends call me Jay. It's nice to meet you!" he smiles at me with pearly white teeth. I can feel my heart beat at a calmer rate now at his friendly gesture. I shake his hand and mutter, "Mines, Lilith."

Jayden toyed with the gun in his hand and said, "Mr. Turner, you are the one looking for me, but you don't know who I am?" Norman covered his bleeding thigh with one hand and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the other hand. "Who are you? Do you know who I am? You're looking for death, behaving so rashly in my territory!" Jayden smiled and stroked the muzzle of his gun. "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I have warned you not to touch my woman." "Is she your woman? Then who are you? You can't be him." Norman shook his head. He knew that Mr. Kyle was an old man in his fifties. Mr. Kyle was definitely not this young man, who looked like he was barely thirty, standing bef

It might have been a very beautiful night to me if only I didn't have to worry about Jayden’s departure or the fact that he killed Uriel. When I reach the meadow, I look around and see no sign of him. I'm about to call my wolf, Ramiel when I notice a tall figure leaning on a large tree. Jayden. My heart skip a bit, and all the anger I have been nursing vanishes as my gaze locks with his. He looks gorgeous as ever in all black. He's wearing a black jean, black shirt, and black Converse. His black hair is packed in a bun, and I notice an earring on one of his ears. He looks so much like Simon Nessman.

TIMOTHY I sat with all the other higher ups in the breeder auction room, wondering a little how my life got to this point. I was the 21-year-old Alpha to the Dark Moon pack in North West America, and I've spent 5 years and countless resources trying to find my mate. So, instead of wasting more time and money, I've settled on a breeder, at my father's request because he wants to see his grandchildren to me.

Chapter Eight The Blue Moon Pack The Blue Moon pack has been having a lot of problem for the last several years. When James and Jackie took over from his father, Alpha James has tried to do right by his pack, but he hasn’t been successful. He and Jackie did have a son named Jared. He is going to be taking over the pack as soon as he can find his true mate, or at least that is what he wants, his father Alpha James just wants him to have a mate period, he doesn’t care much if it is his true mate or not. He just wants Jared to pick someone.

I felt naked. "You look wonderful," he murmured. "As you do," I smiled. Zharn, the tallest of the group, leaned against the doorway, his white Henley snug against his lean frame, dark blue jeans fitting just right. His white sneakers were crisp, his black bead bracelet and silver ring subtle but elegant. His blonde hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, but a few strands fell over his forehead. His gaze slid to Sophie, a smirk playing at his lips. "Not bad, princess."