Trix Winx Novels & Stories

"You had your fun with someone today, one of the guards?" I narrow my eyes at her. "When you do that sometimes it's scary. Please don't tap into my head again, my wolf could get anxious." "Your wolf loves me, she said so herself." Trixie swats her hand in my direction. "Besides, this is my gift. I do whatever I want with my gift." Trixie's gift- as she calls it- is the ability to read people's mind. I hate that she can't stop using it on me but she is more stubborn than she looks.

Jess demanded. "Go for the kidneys. And if you have a weakness" he started. "Don't protect it and be obvious about it, I know. Not my first rodeo." Jess covered her mouth realizing what she let slip. "After this we are gonna have a talk." Axel stated firmly. "Let's make this interesting." Trish said. "Winner gets Axel. Unless you're too afraid of me and losing?" "Deal!" Jess agreed. "FUCK NO!" Axel growled. "Ladies agreement." Trish smirked.

Kit flinched, seeing Rex’s red eyes flash suddenly, but just turned and walked away, waving over his back leaving his friend there with his thoughts until a more reasonable mind comes. They didn't know it when it happened, but Rixa had developed a sympathetic, understanding Nature when she dealt with just him, and she was the only Wolf other than Tristan that could get past the Royal Trinity Line and submit a Royal. From that day on, Rex never crossed that line with her. Kit used to be jealous, but she only had eyes for him, and he for only Tristan. Knocking on Tristan’s door and announcing myself, Kit heard silence. Tris hasn't slept the best, but his silence threw Kit off.

“Do you have any idea of what you are to me?” Trixie’s thoughts immediately wandered off. She wasn’t in a stable mind in the first place, not after the Queen deceived her into using her powers for evil purposes. The young witch had been in her own world after the incidence of Maya getting missing. “W-What am I to you?” she asked innocently. “My companera.” “Huh?!” Her fingers trembled, knotting at this discovery. Was this the reason behind the sparks she felt? She felt connected to the red-haired prince?

Trixie The classroom buzzed faintly with chatter and the clack of pens against desks, but Trixie was somewhere else. Her elbow rested on her textbook, her cheek pressed into her hand, as she stared out the window. Alice had left earlier that week, along with Tyler and his parents, on a mission she couldn’t talk about publicly. Even though it was still new and strange to think of Alice as a warrior, she trusted her. Alice had a purpose now—to find others like Trixie. Gifted wolves scattered across territories, hidden from the world, waiting for a chance to be part of something again. Part of this pack.

Now get out! Zandro sits on the sofa near their bed. The woman became conscious of the way he stared at them. Without any more argument, the girl exited the room fast as the speed of light, without further questioning him. But before she reaches the door she glances at Axel one last time saying: Call me! In response, Axel nodded at the girl whose name is Tricia, Patty's opponent. They usually compete with a lot of things since they were in grade school. Maybe because their past life is a sworn enemy for the record.

Xander declared proudly, then lowered his head, resting it right at the curve of her neck, right where the mark should go. Trixxie stirred. “Let me out. Now. I need to see him too.” Alana blinked rapidly. “Okay. Um. My wolf Trix wants out.” Xavier perked up. “She does?! LET HER OUT! Please, please let her out. I’ve got a tail wag waiting for her.” Alana couldn’t stop the laugh that burst out of her. “You’re ridiculous.” “And ridiculously in love with you,” he said with a wink. The shift was seamless, and then Trixxie stood there, her eyes glowing with delight. The moment she saw Xander , she practically purred.

Ava’s POV I bit down hard on my lips drawing blood as the wolfsbane laced with silver whip came down on my bare back. I felt my skin rip open with a new wound as the whip came down on my back again and again, this time, leaving an injury worse than the previous one.

At eighteen, she stood alone in the warrior’s circle, blood trailing down her forearm, her opponent’s blade cracked beneath her own. She had won. Fairly. Brutally. The elders offered no congratulations. The witnesses remained silent. When her father finally approached, he looked down at her with a face carved from stone. “Perhaps now,” he said, “you’ve earned the right to wear her face.” Then he turned and walked away. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The present came rushing back like breath after drowning. Trixie stood at the window, the storm having dulled to a murmur, her reflection cast faint against the glass.

She nodded for him to continue. "Trixie won't admit it, but she possesses rare gifts. She started having visions when she was sixteen years old. This was around the time her parents packed theirs and Trixies sister's belongings, and moved out of the house. They left while she was in school.They left all her belonginds and six months of paid rent. She has not heard from them, since they left. She has always blamed her gifts for their betrayal. It is easier for her to pretend the gifts don't exist. Trixie told no one, and started taking hacking jobs to support herself.. She calls her visions hallucinations. The visions she has are not that rare. What is extraordinary is that Trixie can glance