Thranduil X Reader Novels & Stories

It felt warm and she could feel his rapid heartbeats. His breath stopped altogether. “Miss Haldrith,” he whispered, voice dangerously low like he was about to snap, “remove your hand.” “Why?” she asked softly. “Because my… .” She leaned up on her toes and nudged his neck with her nose. His eyes flashed, wolf surging for a split-second. Zoran stumbled back like he needed distance to breathe. “Leave the citadel.” “No.” “Miss Haldrith… ” “No,” she repeated, smiling and giving him a seductive wink. “You keep running away and I keep chasing… I’m enjoying myself.”

Rowan Caelen Blackthorn. The name still felt surreal on my tongue. A name that held strength, legacy, and love. A name chosen not for show but for the heart of the man it honored, Rowan, Lyra’s twin, Xander's brother, my friend, my brother-in-law, and the soul who had carried so much weight on his shoulders with unwavering loyalty.

Xandros complained, “Don't you dare try to counter my instructions.” He warned Xandros and turned to Tyler, “Get the Healer” Tyler left the house immediately, Meanwhile Thalia was happy that her mate defended her in the presence of the whole family. I'm getting what I wanted, Xandros is mine. There's no one coming in between us, Callie is dead because she tried to take what's mine. I don't want to be forced to take Xyla out so I can enjoy my bond with my mate. Thalia's introspection as she stared at the man who couldn't take his eyes off her.

Hopefully not to be woken up after thirty minutes with something against me or in me, damn I enjoyed every last minute of this but I'm drained. His claiming heartbeat and breathing act as my lullaby as I doze off. *~*~*~* Xander P.O.V I chuckle lowly as Rosaleigh's breathing grows even, light snores leaving her swollen lips. The fact that she's still on me has my painfully turned on, and I mean painfully. This girl has more stamina than me, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. Instead of moving though, I trace psychedelic patterns on her bare damp back and admire her for a long while.

I sat on her chaise lounge, leaned on her, and pressed a kiss against her lips. She opens her eyes. "Xander, you're back. Where have you been?" "I went for a meeting with Theo to ask him to join the war against my parents, and he agreed." "Oh, how is he?" "He's doing fine; he's happily mated, and his wife is pregnant with two pups." "I'm glad that he's happy and he will have a family soon; did he ask about me?"" I growled in annoyance, "Yeah, he wants to see you, bastards."

Allegra’s Pov In the dim glow of moonlight, Xander and I engage in conversation, and with each word, I'm drawn more into his world. His strength and commanding presence are captivating, making me realize how much I'm drawn to him. We delve into the intricacies of the mating ceremony, a topic that doesn't exactly excite me, but I listen intently because it's him sharing it with me. As the night grows colder, I can't help but shiver, and instinctively, Xander wraps an arm around me, pulling me closer. It's a comforting gesture, and despite the mundane topic, I find myself enjoying the warmth of his proximity.

She put down her steaming mug and got back to reading, admittedly terrified of turning to the next page to learn more about how second chances could have been given but weren’t done so. An hour later, Xandar woke up from his nap when Lucianne was halfway through Iridessa’s thesis. The yellow highlighter in her hand brushed over another line before Lucianne placed the cap back on, and her hand returned to her indecent beast’s hair. Despite knowing that he was already awake, her thumb continuously stroked his thick, brown locks and Xandar’s eyelids closed once more to indulge in her soft touch while his animal cooed in tenderness.

Xander and Carolina read them at night, aloud, grading their literary merit—she with sharp disdain, he with reluctant amusement. And when the threats came too close, when the city’s nerves twitched, it fell to Xander to become the shield. The muscle memory was there, even if the muscle was sometimes literal metal: the instant calculation of best angles, the dance of interposition. Carolina hated it, this silent sacrificial calculus, but never complained. Instead, she stole his nights, pulling him into bed, building a wall of books and blankets and sweat between themselves and the outside world. One night, as they lay side by side, listening to the rain guttering down the windmill’s battered

The cover was pretty and the blurb was mind-blowing Todd couldn't believe that he had this among his collections but he didn't think he had gone through this before. He had been reading for the past fifteen minutes, sitting in the room of Thalia, he was about to flip to the next page when he heard the sound of someone yawning sweetly and loudly, he shuffled around in his chair to look at her, "Are you..." Thalia jumped off the bed, seeing what Todd was reading, she didn't want him to know what she was reading when he wasn't around, she was ready to tug the book from him but he had calculated her movement and had pulled away faster than she anticipate and grabbed her hand.

“You too?” Xander shrugs in the nonchalant, elegant way that all of my brothers have. The way that makes she-wolves swoon over all three of them. “The human schools close for winter break, so here I am. Plus, I want to see who the lucky guy is that Emlyn identifies as her mate,” Xander says and I can tell that, just like me, he’s pretty sure that Emlyn and Rich are mates. I’ll be thrilled if it’s true. They make a good pair.