Pyramid Head X James Novels & Stories

A knowing smile spread across my face. I lifted my chin and stood up straight. "See? That's why you need me. Watch this." I had Ximena crouch down before I reached out, ready to pull the giant nail out of her head. "Wait!" James suddenly spoke up. He turned to Ximena and said he could remove the nail instead. I pulled my hand back and looked at him, not quite sure what he was trying to do. He stepped closer and whispered in my ear, "A level-four soul nail… Huh. Almost let you take it."

His features weren’t fully visible, but his straight jet-black hair caught the light. “Pause.” James’s voice was low. Aiden froze the frame. They zoomed in, both men staring hard at the pixelated face. “This guy looks familiar,” they said in unison, then exchanged a heavy look. “Do you remember where?” Aiden asked. James shook his head. “No. And that makes it worse.”

I asked, with a little worry in my voice, it wasn't intentional. Alpha Hermes reached the bottom of the stairs with James ahead of him before answering my question with a shrug. "Yes, he is okay, just in a hunting mood today." I couldn't take my eyes of James. His look made me sick to the stomach. He wore a dark hoodie that covered the whole of his head and part of his forehead. His head was bowed slightly as if trying to hide his eyes. James was definitely burdened in his heart. They both stepped out of the house with James taking the lead. As I turned to the staircase, Alpha Hermes appeared at the door, sauntering towards me with a sinister smile and lots of ego.

“The fact that we can buy blue body paint on DoorDash and nobody bats an eye is sort of amazing,” James says as he walks back into the bedroom with a small paper bag. “Yeah,” I agree. “But did you also get the horns?” He gives me a look, “no because it’s not Halloween.” I shrug, “then it spoils the illusion.” He stares as me for a second before leaving the room and coming back several minutes later with an army helmet that has a pair of long horns sticking from it. “How about this?”

"THEN BUZZ OFF, DON'T STAND ON MY HEAD!!" Xavier yelled in frustration. James glared him and smacked him hard. His face got turned to the right due to the impact. Xavier tilted his head and shot him a death glare. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, hmm? You are so full of yourself Xavier and I am sure you definitely did something that made Rosaline unconscious. You're only responsible for her state." James growled but his eyes widened when Xavier flashed him a smug smirk.

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Xavier shook his head in response. "Sorry, I didn't get to see his looks clearly. All I could see was his silhouette. He was wearing a black cap. He was very tall and domineering as well. He gave off a pretty unfriendly first impression, that was for sure." James' demeanor had been too overbearing and strong. That was why Xavier still remembered him vividly, despite only having glanced at him once. The word "unfriendly" was an understatement. Honestly speaking, Xavier had a feeling that James was extremely dangerous.

I stagger back, vision swimming, and Knox is suddenly in front of me, empty bucket in his hand, eyes wide. “Move,” I roar, trying to shove past him. “He needs to die!” “He’s dead,” Knox shouts, planting both hands on my chest. “We’ve been yelling your name for minutes, brother. You were gone. He died around the fifth time you smashed his skull in. Took cold water to snap you out of it.” I blink, chest heaving, and finally look down. James isn’t a man anymore. He’s a crumpled, unrecognisable heap of meat and bone. His head is caved in, one eye missing, jaw hanging by threads, blood and brain matter pooled around what’s left of his face.

ADDIE'S POV “I am going to leave right now and you are going to let me go. You are not going to tell anyone.” I spoke firmly, pulling my gift. I could tell it was weak but it should have enough power to work. James’ eyes widened as he looked at me. I grabbed at my head; the headache was intense and immediate and I took a few seconds to breathe through the pain before swinging my feet on to the floor. I pushed off the bed and my legs held, for about five seconds. Then I sank to the floor, weak as a kitten. James looked down at me with amusement.

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.