Sauron X Reader Novels & Stories

“I am Alaric Valko, Alpha of New Dawn. This is my mate and Luna, Thea Lyall. This is Gaia, the eldest high priestess on the west coast, and this is Xavier.” The woman with the black hair standing next to John leaned in and whispered in John’s ear. Thea could sense she was different from the others. She was a vampire, but she had extra magic in her. “Who is Xavier to you?” John said. “Our friend,” Alaric said.

My dazed vision swam as the throne room erupted into chaos. A figure burst through the doors like a storm, his movements deadly and precise. The smell of blood and rage filled the room, overpowering the acrid scent of magic. Xander. Even through my haze of agony, I saw him... his eyes burning with an otherworldly fury, his breathing ragged. His body radiated power, muscles tense and ready for war. "Get your fucking hands off my mate," he growled, his voice a guttural snarl that sent chills down my spine.

The horde of Bakorshaer roars insanely and throws themselves all over Saren in a combined wave of fangs and sharp claws. Quickly, Saren draws in the flames from the monster that has fallen over in front of him, and with a shouting as loudly as the attackers, he sends everything he can manifest out through his fingers. He closes his eyes when he sees that the first ones will soon reach him and fall to his knees, ready to meet his creator. But nothing happens.

Sora growled. Sora pressed Aidan’s arm against the wall until his sibling’s bone snapped with a sickening *crack*. His silver eyes glowed with an ice-cold hatred, ready to tear apart anything that had ever tried to control his life. Vardan stood behind him, staring at his hybrid’s back with a mixture of pride and horror. Their bond was now permanent, sealed with blood, pain, and a transformation that could never be reversed. The great war had just begun, and Sora was the storm that would destroy everything.

I growled, crouching low, "I'll rip that book out of your hands and burn it with you." "You can't even touch me, Alpha." Xander opened the Ledger. The pages began to turn on their own, a blurred storm of parchment and ink, "You see, in the new history I’m writing, you never made it to this mill. You never even left the pack house. You never even fell in love with Darius.” He slammed the book shut. Suddenly, the world around me began to blur. The sound of the saws faded into a dull hum, and the honey-coloured wood of the mill started to grey and rot before my eyes. The heat vanished, replaced by a biting, supernatural cold.

Sassa. “Either way, I’m happy to be the Goddess for as long as it takes. Besides, I’m needed in the future to help one who will try to destroy mankind.” I look back at Sofia and Xavius. “I Sofia Williams, accept you Xavius, Guardian of The Gate of Purgatory as my fated mate.” I smile at her as Xavius reaches for her cheek and she leans into his touch. “I Xavius, Guardian of The Gate of Purgatory, accept you Sofia William as my fated mate.” she steps closer to him as he lowers his head to kiss her and she kisses him back. I feel emotional as I watch my baby sister accepting and being accepted by her mate.

Dark energy surges toward him as she raises her hand. But he doesn’t move. When the blast hits him, it evaporates into nothing rather than knocking him down. The eyes of the siren enlarge. "What..." Xander raises his brows. He has golden eyes. Completely golden. There is no longer any darkness. He exudes power, but not in the same way as the siren. His own. He yells, "You have no power over me," With wild eyes, the siren staggers back. "No! That isn't feasible.

The mark on his wrist flared, bleeding light, and Travian screamed inside him — a sound like static and anguish. Soren fell to his knees, gasping. The world blurred. Memory surged through him like a flood — his first meeting with Travian, the promise at the edge of death, the whispered vow under stormlight: “If I fall, you’ll carry me. If you fall, I’ll follow.” Now, he was following. Lucien crouched before him, his molten gaze unreadable. He pressed a burning hand against Soren’s chest. “You feel it too, don’t you? His power — devouring you from within.”

I scoff. The sharp scent of cigarette smoke reaches me, and that’s when I really look at the man Xander cheated with. He’s sprawled on the table, utterly unbothered, still naked, legs spread casually as he takes a drag. His dirty blond hair falls into his dark green eyes, eyes that make my skin crawl. There’s a tattoo on his torso, one that resembles a wolf howling at a full moon. Shit. It can’t be… right? ‘He’s just like us, Sammie,’ Tania says through our mind link, making her presence known. ‘but he’s different. He has the blood of the cursed one.’

My breath hitched as an unusual feeling grew in my stomach. A deep frown formed on his face as he studied me, his eyes flashing to his wolf. I could feel the power radiating off of him. “Do you not want to marry me, Renna?” he asked seriously. I looked at him, recalling something my Dad had mentioned about Xavier, there was a woman, Sage, his mate.