Striker X Chaz Novels & Stories

“I haven’t even scratched the surface yet. Back to your question. I can’t tell you anything.” “Why not?” We were both slack-jawed at the new arrival. He’d teleported behind Keela’s chair. Now, I was grateful for the secluded booth Keela got us at the back of the restaurant, or he would have exposed us to the fellow diners here. Zachary Staxton. He was every bit of what the pictures painted him to be; pale, tall, thin, with white-blond hair, and eyes that looked like molten flames.

Asher In a swift motion, Xavier hurls a javelin toward me and Kayla. I react instantly, shoving Kayla to one side as I deflect the weapon mid-air, redirecting its path so that it embeds harmlessly into the wall. The impact echoes through the arena, and the gathered pack members gasp in shock. "See who finally came back from the dead," Xavier sneers, his lips twisting into a cruel smirk. I met his gaze, unbothered. Pathetic.

She couldn't believe that of all places for Chad to pull off his caveman stunt, it would be in the club with her friends. Chad moved swiftly to Olivia and flung the man off her lap, his face twisted in indignation. "Take your cheap wares somewhere else!" he sneered, his voice dripping with disgust. The stripper stumbled backward, raising his hands up in mock surrender. "Jeez, calm down, I was just trying to show her a good time," the man mumbled, backing away from Chad's wrath. Chad hissed at him, his eyes blazing with anger. "She doesn't need you to have a good time!" he spat, glaring at the stripper and everyone in sight.

Bolt Doyen moved almost instantly as he vanished from the spot and attacked Kayson with a palm strike. Kayson hopped back and avoided him easily, looking at Bolt Doyen in confusion. “Peak middle-stage pre-celestial fighter?” He was surprised that Xander actually had an expert like this around him. Xander heaved, nearly scaring himself witless just now. “Oh, you’ve got the guts to send yourself here. huh?” “Why not?” Kayson smiled. Xander did not expect him to be so brazen and cried right away, “Bolt Doyen, kill him! I want him dead without any remains!”

Chloe looked at the man who had just breached the space, her lungs finally drawing a deep, ragged breath of clean oxygen as a massive wave of involuntary relief washed over her system. Henry had taken the absolute full force of Xavier’s heavy, steel-like fist straight to the jaw. His entire frame stumbled backward over the grass for several chaotic paces, completely unable to find his balance. Before his unit could even attempt to re-stabilize its stance, Xavier’s long leg launched a terrifying, high-velocity kick straight into his midsection. The pure, explosive impact of the strike lifted Henry completely off his feet, sending him crashing heavily down onto the dirt. Xavier stood over him,

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

For the truth, I let it be. Chaz is a mixture of experience, brains, and strength. His parents were also killed for training werewolves in this town. He’s at least twenty so there’s a chance he knew something about Mila. I still couldn’t trust Mila after a few truths she said. Still a stranger, a possible danger. A few feet from the door of Chaz’s place, I heard plates that broke on the ground, and metal banging through the walls. Someone punched a hardwood platform. My feet were stuck to the ground. I listened more to what was happening inside.

Xeyda declared while glaring at his yellow eyes. "Kill? hahaha," Zaykee chuckled, "I told you, you can't kill me, no one can kill me." he stated while glaring back at him. 'So, I didn't hallucinate anything earlier,' Xeyda thought. Flashback... "Chub!!" Zaykee shouted. The attacker was stunned by surprise with his eyes widened while his jaw dropped. Because Zaykee was so fast to get at Chub's back before she got thrown on the building, leaving a fast wind beside his body from Zaykee's position to the building.

Xanthis broke the silence first. "Do you need introductions? I'm Xanthis Diaz Montero, older than Dre by six minutes. I'm the smart ass here. He's Alexandre Leon Montero, older than you by two minutes. He's a mafia bos, a major alpha male" Xanthis said, scrunching up his nose. Everyone laughed at the expression on his face. But, Valentino was too tensed to do that.

Usually both. "So," Xavier started, a teasing grin spreading across his face like he'd just uncovered the world's greatest secret, "I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say this is all because of that stripper. Am I right? You've got it bad for her, don't you?" Something hot and protective flared in my chest. "You better stop it right there," I snapped, my voice coming out sharper than I intended. The words cracked like a whip across the empty space between us. "Don't call her that. She's not a stripper."