Roxana Manhwa Novels & Stories

Roxana said, slapping. “Ok! Enough,” I said, holding her from her shoulders. Getting my point through, Roxana moves back and stands there smiling. Roxana is a petite Latin vampire. She has all the perfect curves and proportions. Round boobs twice my size, a thin waist, and a thick ass and legs. She has long hazelnut hair with green eyes. She has a sexy mole on her upper lip and a bit of freckle, and she has tan skin, not pale, like ours.

I'm the only one who has the right to touch her; anybody else dies. Her feet step forward, and she sits at the edge of the bed, causing her crop top to rise slightly. She quickly pulls it down. But I already see it— a long scar just below her left breast. The image of Marco beating her, forcing himself on her, slips into my head. The glass in my hand cracks a little, but Roxana is completely unaware. “Are you listening at all?” “ Nope. You f*cking talk so much I think my ears are going to bleed soon.”

I say, watching her back straighten as interest flashes in her eyes. “What about him?” I lean forward, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial tone. “He’s distracted. There’s a woman—Hannah—from another pack. A weak omega with no connections, no wealth, no standing. Somehow, she’s caught his attention, but she could never be a proper Luna.” Roxanne’s lips press into a thin line, her fingers tightening slightly. “I’ve heard about her,” she admits cautiously. “She’s not even close to what Daniel deserves.”

Her friend knew it was something interesting. The way she was displaying her happiness was alarming. Roxana went to the fridge. She took mango juice. Poured into two glass cups. Bringing it to the sitting room gave Ann a cup. “You still know about anything to guess yet. Well let’s share the ring”She stated. Ann could still not guess right. Anyways, she clicked the glass cup with her friend. They both took a sip. Roxana dropped her cup on the table. “Ann, I feel the world is spinning around me. My eyes can’t be fixed on any object. I think I might be hallucinating. Please help me check my phone. Read out the top message in my inbox aloud”She said.

she tried off. “This tuna? It's untouched, Roxanne,” I said and rubbed my forehead. She shook her head, her eyes wide with terror. “I swear the cat ate the tuna. What's going on?” “Roxanne you have to be contained till you're back to normal.” “I am normal,” she protested. “I'm not crazy, Alpha.” I sighed in exasperation. “Fine. Who did you see, Roxanne?” “A woman,” she said hastily. “She's tall and really beautiful. Her red hair was in a French plait and her green eyes were almost lifeless. Freckles adorned her cheeks and her dress was royal. Brown in colour with lovely designs.”

Roxanne neighed affectionately, nuffling into the embrace of the Supreme. Roxanne was very different from a Red Maned Horse now. In fact, one couldn't call her a Red Maned Horse anymore, for her mane had transformed just like most of her physical features. The formerly red mane was now golden yellow like Mane's hair. Her eyes were also similar to the Supreme, as they were now ocean blue. She was still pitch black, but her hooves were now as white as snow. But these weren't the most startling changes. The most startling change was her wings. Yes. Roxanne had wings now. Her wings were similar to those of the mythical angels and when outstretched they covered a distance of three meters each! Th

Rowan’s pants fell, his arousal pressing against her hip as she wrapped her hand around him, stroking them both in tandem. “Now,” she demanded, her voice husky with longing and the fierce energy of their bond. Kael swept her into his arms, her legs locked around his waist as he carried her to the bedroll by the fire. He laid her down, spreading her thighs, exposing her to his hungry gaze. Rowan knelt beside them, his mouth finding her breast while Kael’s tongue teased her entrance, circling her clit with expert precision. Nyxara arched up, her hands tangled in Kael’s hair as his fingers slid inside her, curling deep. Rowan’s hand joined his, stretching her, filling her with a delicious fulln

When only three people were left sousanna said “Ékanes to sostó. I Roxáni eínai anóiti. Se álli períptosi ti tha légame ston kósmo? Tha tous pei óti eínai paidí tis? Chorís kanéna gámo. Chorís kanénan sýntrofo. I zoí tis eíche exontotheí. Pistévei óti eínai éfkolo na zeis chorís na synanastréfesai. Chreiazómaste anthrópous gia na boroúme na tous kyvernáme” (You did the right thing. Roxanne is a fool. In other cases what would we have told the world? Will she tell them that he is her child? Without any marriage. Without any partner. Her life would have been ruined. She thinks it is easy to live without socializing. We need people so we can rule over them)

Only an alpha and a luna were capable of reducing others to a mess of blood when their dominance and pheromones were resisted; Kaizen wasn't an alpha and he was a werewolf without a wolf in him, so h-ow– “What else are you hiding from the world, Kaizen?” *~* Roxanne was trying to sleep. The day has been long and exhausting; her body has been acting funny trying to keep up with a bunch of supernatural beings. Again, she was trying to sleep but the world had planned as the door of her bedroom burst without warning and the lights were switched on, causing Roxie to jerk abruptly to find the five Sages walking into her room like they owned it.

"Thank you, Luna. I... I don't know how to repay you. I don't think I can. Thank you so much.” She smiled, a small but powerful gesture. "You will repay me by living. By not letting this vile tradition define you. Now, listen closely. This wing is my sanctuary, but it is also a fortress. We will not be leaving for some time. I will begin teaching you all that you need to know about this pack, its history, its people, and its secrets. Knowledge is power, and you are going to become a very powerful woman, Roxanne. Do you understand?"