Raxus Star Wars Novels & Stories

said the Direwolf as it paced and readied itself to launch at the unwilling. Scott shouted, “You know all about me, what about you?” Let me introduce myself, I am Draxus, Direwolf and general to the queen of the werewolves, and now you must die!” Draxus dove at an angle that never touched Ellie but still pushed her backward. he targeted her because she was the smallest, and Cerebus would be trouble in a fight, although he never did run away from one. Werewolves flowed with the dive, their bodies closing gaps, compressing the group.

The rogue wolves, weakened and disoriented, struggled against the magical bindings that held them captive. Just as the trio began to believe they had turned the tide, a chilling laughter echoed through the trees. The sound was like ice water down their spines, and they turned to see Drax emerging from the shadows. His face was a twisted mask of malice, his eyes burning with a dark, malevolent fire. He stepped into the clearing, his presence casting a pall over the battlefield. "Well, well, well," Drax sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. "Look at you, little Xienma. You've found your power, but it's too little, too late."

I mumbled, causing both Jack and Ashr to chuckle. "That just might be Zax. I don't think Dregs likes being dominated by the much larger male. Anyway, I'll inform his highness that you're headed to Drilua Z68, that should give you both ample lead ways. Head the opposite direction," Jack said sincerely. Ashr chuckled," that planet is thousands of light-years away. Why are you helping?" "Because Zax treated me like an equal and never ordered me to do a damn thing," he replied and I smiled.

His eyes were dark, his aura was deadly, it seemed as though he could kill anyone that got in his way and he had a strange smirk on his face. "I am Rax, my lord, and I challenge this man for the post of the gamma," he said. Everything about him looked familiar. Was it his steps, how he spoke, or the manner of his composure? I just could not grasp it. I stole a look at him again, maybe I had seen him somewhere, but I couldn't remember a thing. "And where do you come from, Rax?" Asked Raider. "I am a humble sword-man from this pack, my lord." Rax said. "Trained in the art of the sword, I will defend your majesty with all my life if I am made the gamma of this pack."

The kind where all the darkness slid underneath the tables, unseen, there, but invisible. I walked in without hesitation, coat slung over one arm, my heels quiet against the marble. Two guards stood at the entrance. They didn’t stop me. They knew my face, even if they’d never said my name aloud. They didn’t even dare to. Xavier was waiting at his desk, sleeves rolled up, the tension in his shoulders barely contained. The Alpha mask he wore during public appearances was gone, this was the real one, the kind whose calm meant danger. And the one who I knew feared for the woman he found himself in love with despite himself… the weakness he had, and the one person who he would want to protect ove

Cars and trucks of wolves and resources ride through and I watch quietly. As they come to a stop Deimos walks towards the polished black car. The door opens and a tall male along with a petite female exit. Deimos nods as a gesture of welcome and the tall male I presume is Alpha Rastus bows and smiles in return. Alpha Rastus wears a tight white shirt that sticks to his body like a second skin and light blue jeans that encage the muscle of his thick thighs perfectly. His blonde hair is brushed back with gel giving the view of his perfect jawline. His female, on the other hand, looks like a juvenile. Quite petite with her brunette hair and thin lips. Her floral dress flows softly as she smiles

He went ahead to make sure I had understood how dangerous he could be, quite not digestible but it was all for the small facade. Several men jumped out of nowhere. They were all putting on the 'Raven' outfit and each of them were all holding long sticks as they emerged to save Val and I. "Did Raven send you to meddle in what's not your business?" Rex asked the men. One of them sprang forth an attack, the long stick piercing into his stomach as he lost his balance staggering. "Tell Raven that I said she should stop meddling in my matters. We have ended the alliance between us already" Rex manged to say, holding unto his stomach.

I said. Jaxon dropped a bag near the door and looked around the warehouse with the expression of someone evaluating it professionally. He was the same too — big, amber-eyed, the kind of presence that made rooms feel smaller. He looked at Marcus first. “You military?” he said. “Ranger,” Marcus said. “You?” Jaxon considered this. “Chaos professional.” Marcus looked at him for a beat. Then, very slightly, the corner of his mouth moved. “That checks out,” he said.

We moved quickly, but just as we reached the forest’s edge, a deafening roar echoed behind us. I turned to see a massive figure emerging from the fortress—a warrior unlike any I’d ever seen. His body was unnaturally large, his muscles bulging as if enhanced by some twisted experiment. His eyes glowed an eerie green, and his movements were slow but deliberate. “Cyrus’s latest toy,” Raven muttered, her expression dark. The warrior let out another roar, his gaze locking onto us. He charged, his steps shaking the ground as he closed the distance. “Run!” I shouted, my grip on Gaius tightening.

Only one Mad Ox Dark Race was left behind and that was the Rank 8 Mad Ox Dark Race. The Rank 8 Mad Ox Dark Race could easily swear that it had never been so scared before. It was trembling in fear and could even feel its soul quivering as well. Lucas' stunning face had a calm expression on it, but he felt a sense of loneliness deep in his heart. He had never once retrieved something he had given away. However, since the Rank 8 Mad Ox Dark Race did not want it, he had no choice but to take it back. Lucas placed the Sky Tower back in System Space, picked up the Dragon Slaying Saber, and began to saunter toward the Rank 8 Mad Ox Dark Race.