Red X Chloe Descendants Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Thanks dad. Chloe’s dress was impossible to ignore, crimson red, low-cut back, her hair pinned up but a few strands loose, framing her face. Brian forced himself to look away, though it took effort. The gym looked deserted, but a massive vampire swung the door open for them. Behind the curtains, a hidden hallway buzzed with chatter. Fighters stood by the doors, some inside, waiting their turn. Chloe moved past them, her eyes locking with Hunter’s. He grinned, and she couldn’t help but smile back.

Her cheeks coiled into a smile and I draped my hands on her waist, "may we dance together?" She nodded in reply. ..... Chloe's POV Feeling bored, I have been staring at the clock observing as the hand keeps moving. I have been laying on the bed expecting Xavier walking through the doors stepping into the room. It just hit 10:56. Isn't that really late in the hour of the night? Where is he? I pondered. I shut my eyes and I tried to sleep but I couldn't wondering when Xavier's gonna get home. Xavier's POV

She would not be swayed by the darkness that surrounded her, for in the face of adversity, she would rise like a phoenix from the ashes, her spirit unyielding. The dance of attraction and danger had taken a treacherous turn, revealing the existence of a far more sinister plot. Chloe's quest for self-discovery had been hijacked by forces beyond her control, but she refused to be a mere pawn in their game. With the echoes of Raymond's betrayal still ringing in her ears, she would rally her strength, gather her allies, and face the enemy head-on, her determination unwavering in the face of deception.

Rowena's eyes bulged at the sight of the snake necklace on Chloe's neck. She stared in disbelief at Chloe's stunning face as the branding iron dropped from her grasp. "Are you Chloe, the serpent clan's princess? What are you saying? Weren't you supposed to marry Hank? He's already bound to me, so what are you doing here?!" Watching Chloe extend her hand to me, Rowena felt a surge of dread. Chloe smiled, and she raised her eyebrows playfully as our fingers interlaced.

“I heard that Alpha Lance spoils her to the bone. He built a brand-new palace just for her and filled her wardrobe with designer handbags and clothes. God, why can’t I have a brother like that?” Chloe gritted in fume. She was very proud of her adopted family before tonight. The Ravenwood was filthy rich. Thanks to them, she could finally afford some luxury gowns. Yet compared to Alpha Lance, the Ravenwood was basically nothing! She was losing to Aurora. AGAIN! Jealous, Chloe turned to Damien and whispered into his ears: “…So she hasn’t told anyone about her past, about her mate-bond with you. I wonder why…Maybe she is ashamed of you?”

As the realization of her destiny sank in, a determination blossomed within her. "I want to understand," Chloe declared, her voice steady. "I want to embrace this legacy and face whatever challenges come my way." Agatha nodded, a sense of pride and sorrow in her eyes. "You have a rare strength, Chloe. But there's more you need to know." As Agatha delved into the intricacies of their family's history, Chloe learned of a secret society that had guarded the balance for centuries. The revelations unfolded like chapters in a forbidden book, each page turning to unveil the depths of Chloe's extraordinary lineage.

Exactly what Chloe needed. Chloe took a slow sip of her tea, then set the cup down with deliberate care. “I’m not doing this just for fun, you know,” she said, her voice lighter than her expression. “I gave up everything I was supposed to have. For what? So my stepsister could wear Titanfang colors and play Luna?” Carla didn’t answer. “She was supposed to marry that old Alpha her father picked out,” Chloe continued, swirling the tea in her cup. “A pathetic, gray-haired has-been with a crooked nose and an ego twice the size of his territory. That was her fate. And I would’ve pitied her.”

"Don't get too cocky, Xavier," Jacob slurred, swaying on his feet. His words were thick with the weight of alcohol, and whatever respect he should have shown the Alpha King's heir was nowhere to be found. "You're already twenty, and yet you still haven't found your mate. Could it be you've been thinking about my wife all this time?" His lips curled into a mocking smile. "Too bad for you—Chloe loves me. I'm the one the Moon Goddess destined for her, not you."

Instead, she was a pariah. "This is not how it was supposed to happen!" Rebecca stomped her foot, her voice rising in a whine that grated on my nerves. She looked ridiculous in her red dress, throwing a tantrum like a toddler who had been denied candy. "He is supposed to be with me! I’m tge one carrying the Hawthorne heir!" I stood a few feet away, watching her. A cold, dark rage began to build in my bones. Chloe had suffered ridicule. Chloe had been a kind soul. But Chloe had loved Alex. She had spent months planning every detail of this day, only to have her heart ripped out and stomped on for a cheap power play.

Her voice filled with amusement as she added, “Besides, I’ve already done it. Tristan is her lover boy. In fact, once we turn her over to Antoh, I was thinking of looking this fella up myself. I want to see if he’s really that adept in bed or if she’s just that inexperienced.” Chloe glowered at the female standing before her. Unlike her companions, she looked fully human. To make matters worse, she was absolutely gorgeous with the long black hair cascading down to the small of her back. Thick black lashes framed huge doe-like eyes that reflected the light off their rich golden irises in a way that made Chloe fear she might get lost in them. Her pert little nose was set evenly between