Xaden Novels & Stories

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.

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The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A

Acre asked "Well daddy I just wanted to tell you that I'm gonna get a mate" confused Acre replied "Well yes, one day you will sweetie" "Yep," Lanna said nodding "His name will be Samual" Chuckling I add "So you know his name?" "Yep and he's gonna have a big black wolf called Samson" "How do you know this sweetheart?" Sky asked as Lannagot up off the couch and headed back to her bedroom "Oh, aunt queen Lanna told me, oh and tomorrow she said we should go to a place called the hard rock cafe for chocolate fudge cake."

“Speak.” Xaden’s voice cuts through the vast hall like a hot coal dragged slowly across bone. His fangs elongate, gleaming under the dim lights like a deadly promise. The small noise around us dies almost instantly, as if the entire room wants nothing to do with his wrath. I can’t breathe properly.

“How do they hold up when everything else is falling apart?” Aiden straightened and met her gaze. Steady eyes, no flash of ego. “They’re built for overload. Adaptive flow, redundant power. They adjust in real time.” His answers came plain and direct. No salesmanship. When she pressed on oxygen concentrations and possible side effects, he answered carefully, admitting the limits of their current data without defensiveness. A nearby alarm sounded. He excused himself politely and moved to help before anyone called for him. Naomi watched him go. He knew what he was doing. In a night where almost nothing felt solid, that was something worth noticing.

he whispered in my ears. *** Our departure from the pack became a month-long stay. Xaden showered me with gifts. And day by day, my skin brightened. I was no longer pale and gaunt. I was no longer sickly and thin. I’m now blooming with health and surrounded by joyful people. Every gift from Xaden and his pack is a rare treasure of enormous value. They all showed me utmost respect and affection as if I’m already their Luna. Xaden, every morning, kisses my forehead. He’s the sweetest male I ever met aside from my father. Though I heard he’s ruthless to his enemies and even to those who breathed the

Adriana asked and Xavier reasoned with her. "Okay then," he said and dropped Will from his grip. "I will be out," Xavier said and walked out with his manager following suit. Adriana walked to Will and crouched beside him to ask him an important question. She looked back to make sure Xavier and the manager were gone before finally asking the question. "Where does wolfsbane grow?"

“Because if you keep talking, I might forget I’m just the cleaner and accidentally jam this dagger straight through your smug mouth.” That shut them up. The first guy blinked, startled. The second raised his hands in mock surrender, chuckling—but not as confident anymore. “You’ve got bite,” he muttered. “No,” I said, meeting his gaze. “I’ve got claws.” They moved on. Chloe whistled low. “Damn. That was hot.” I exhaled slowly, turning back to the rack, and nearly collided with someone already standing there. Xaden. Of course. He didn’t move. Just picked up a blade, fingers dragging along the edge of the steel. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes—silver-