Roxy Dirk Novels & Stories

I roared and leapt at Roxy, who screamed and tried to dodge, but I was faster. She tried to scream something—some fake plea—but I didn’t hear it. All I saw was her face as she dragged Lyra through the forest. As she dared to dream she could replace my mate. My claws slashed across her arm, and she shrieked, backing away. “You think I won’t kill you?” I snarled. “You tortured her. Chained her. You’re dead, Roxy.” Her eyes widened as I tackled her to the ground. She fought—tried to shift, tried to scream—but I pinned her, claws pressed to her throat.

Was she captured too? “Please…I don't know what's happening, who are you and what do you want from me?” I asked hopelessly. “Come on princess, you're supposed to be the strongest of us all. Where's all your power? Huh?” He was shaking my head from left to right. “Well if you insist that you don't know who I am,” he said, smirking and looking down at me. “I am Derek Stoic! Alpha Derek Stoic!” He all but proclaimed to me.

Roxy said handing me a Kleenex "after today no more crying or letting other people get to you" "I nodded my head "Roxy why are you so good at pep talks you're like a counselor" "well I know how you feel" I gave her a confused look "what do you mean" "well before I lived in Florida, I lived in New York, Manhattan to be specific and I went to a private school full of snobs, when I was younger I was a lot darker than I am now and the kids at my private school were lighter so they would make fun of me telling me to go back to my own country and that I was an illegal immigrant and that I didn't belong there, so one day I took a container of bleach I was going to pour it all over myself but I want

I watched him stab his artery and insert it into his daughter. "Lick her neck quickly to heal it, Lennex," he said firmly and I nodded and began lathering her neck with my tongue, healing the torn flesh with my saliva. Hera, Maddy's mother, brought in several blood bags and handed them to her husband. Ambrose eyed me and asked what happened. I exhaled deeply and told him she made me a hybrid and that I got an ancient white dire wolf named Amarok. He nodded and sighed.

He attacked yelling and shouting as he ran across the forest and a vast number of Rogues coming at him for one purpose only; to end his life. Alex, who was far away on one side of the battle field, had witnessed William shoot an arrow at Ariel but had not had the chance to come to her or Damien ’s aid immediately as he was also constantly attacked by Rogues. They were aware that he was Damien ’s right hand man and so if they were to take the Alpha out, they had to also take out his Beta. After Alex had finished off the group of soldiers coming at him, he then swiftly ran to where Ariel lay, receiving treatment from the doctors. He scanned around for Damien but could not find him anywhere aro

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

"Don't. You don't get to decide who risks themselves for you. That's our choice. We chose." Before I could answer, a figure dropped from the trees at the edge of the clearing. Lean and fast, with shaggy black hair and a permanent smirk that was missing tonight. Rook. He landed in the snow with barely a sound and straightened, brushing ice from his sleeves. "Big Bast," Rook said, and his voice had none of its usual sarcasm. "I've been tracking your Elder Voss. The creepy one with the dead eyes." Kellan stepped out of the tent. "What did you find?"

I just couldn't wait to have her by my side. "My name is Derrick" I stretched my hands. "Jasmine Brooke" She shakes his hands. I took her already cold hands into mine and wasn't ready to let go. I wanted to be more than her mate. She smiled at me while gazing into my eyes, she saw me as her hero, I could tell. I immediately took off my leather jacket and covered up her bruised shoulder. I could see the tears built up in her eyes, I rubbed her hands softly. I was going to be her hope.

Roland challenged me. "Roland, you went too far," Olivia warned him as she looked at Rayne who fought for her breath. I screamed out in pain as I tried to get out of this horrendous situation. After two minutes I managed to mimic Chris's power and reversed it against him, making him kneel down in pain and I also managed to make it work on Evans too, causing him to lose his ability to control water. Rayne fell on the ground and I rushed to her side. She was unconscious and cold.

It releases me with a yelp. I stumble backward, clutching my bleeding arm. The rogues regroup, getting ready for another attack. I'm losing. I know I'm losing. My vision is starting to blur from pain and blood loss. My partial shift is slipping because I can't concentrate. The rogues sense weakness. They move in for the kill. I brace myself, claws out, ready to go down fighting. Then a blur of movement crashes into the largest rogue from the side. Ryder. He's fully shifted, a massive dark wolf with amber eyes. He's easily twice the size of the rogues.