Xaden Riorson Black Novels & Stories

“No, the real you.” Adriana twisted her hands in front of her stomach, then she said, “Adriana Eliana Blackwood.” “Blackwood…” Kallias raised a brow. He had heard that name somewhere, then he remembered the man who had come up to him during the duel. “Are you perhaps, Xavier Thornaxe’s sister-in-law?” Adriana stiffened and Kallias saw it. “You are.” He came closer and lifted her jaw with a finger. Just this little contact sent waves through his body and he saw her eyes darken.

VERALIN Drelia smiled, nervous. “Of course! We’ve prepared the east wing for you. I had it decorated myself. Lavender sheets, your favorite—” “I don’t like lavender,” Xaden cut in. “I like interest rates.” Silence again as drelia's mouth opened, then closed. She sparked - mauve wolf glowing under her skin but Xaden didn’t even blink at her. Cade leaned forward, observing. Those eyes that once looked at me like home now studied Xaden like a chess piece. “Speak plainly, alpha”

The idea of standing before her made my palms sweat. “I’m just a human,” I whispered. “A slave. What could I possibly be to him?” Lyra reached out and squeezed my hand. Her touch was surprisingly gentle. “That’s what we’re all wondering. But I saw the way he looked at you when we arrived. Protective. Almost… peaceful. He doesn’t do peaceful, Aradia.” A knock interrupted us. The door opened before either of us could answer, and Xior filled the doorway. He’d changed into a black tunic that stretched across his broad chest, sleeves rolled up to reveal corded forearms marked with old scars. His dark eyes found me immediately, and something in my chest tightened. Not fear exactly. Something warme

“Stay behind me. He’s a snake. Don’t let him get under your skin.” He crossed the room in three strides and yanked the door open, his body filling the frame like a wall. Adrian Blackwood stood there, leaning casually against the doorjamb as if he owned the hallway. He was tall—almost as tall as Jason—but leaner, with sharp, aristocratic features, dark hair slicked back, and eyes the color of cold steel that glittered with cruel amusement. His tailored suit screamed money and power, the kind that came from old family connections rather than earned merit. A faint, spicy alpha scent rolled off him—clove and smoke, aggressive in a way that made my omega instincts prickle with unease.

Damian wouldn’t risk war with the Council for a woman tied to another pack. It’s just gossip, Christopher told himself People with nothing better to do. He took a deep breath. He was Christopher Blackwood,Feared Alpha of the south. He had Rihanna upstairs young, pretty, wanting him. Why should he care about fairy tales about Sarah? The door opened. Rihanna walked in wearing a tight red dress. She carried coffee and smiled big. "Morning, my love," she said, setting the cup down and hugging him from behind. "You’ve been in here all morning. You need a break."

Adrian stood up out of courtesy. “Good morning,” Henry said politely. “Good morning,” Adrian returned, voice steady, composed, almost eerily calm considering the circumstances. Rina stepped forward slightly, clearing her throat. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Mr. Blackwood.” Her voice wavered for a second—not from fear, but from something almost like… distraction. Adrian Blackwood in person was not what she had expected. She had read his file. She had seen pictures. But seeing him now—calm, handsome, composed, carrying a quiet confidence—made her heart trip over itself.

"This is Jaxen Lawrence. He is the security specialist I brought in to assist with the server breach." Jaxen stepped closer to me, circling me like a hungry scavenger sniffing a prime cut of meat. "Holy shit... You're Xender Stormriven? The rogue designer who survived the Blackmoor execution squads?" I didn't offer my hand. I stood tall, my arms crossed over my chest, my biceps straining against the black fabric of my shirt. "Do you have a problem with rogues, Lawrence?"

"Hi! Ronan Blackwood! And you must be...?" Ronan Blackwood said with ease, “This is my girlfriend, Selene. Selene, this is Garrick Thorne, my best friend and Liora Voss, is his wife.” Selene reached out, making an obligatory smile. "Nice to meet you, Liora Voss. I'm a huge fan of your music. I’m really honored to meet you.” Liora Voss's eyes sparkled. "Really? That's so sweet! You like my songs?"

Chapter Fifty-Six – Weird Guy. Rihanna’s POV I was still smiling ear to ear as I walked Chris back to his carriage. Jaden’s brag on Black Rose History was impressive. Black Hills had celebrated hundred years when Chris had turned eighteen a year before I did. Black Rose was the true Kingdom amongst us. “I wouldn’t be visiting here again, unless I have to.” Chris said, climbing his carriage. I flipped my hair back, exposing my face which I had been hiding behind my hair for scary effect. “You will have to.” I chuckled.

He looked at her in anger and so near to her that she did not imagine he had come here so fast, and within no time she fell down on the floor and became unconscious. . . . . After 3 days A beautiful room which full covers with black curtains. The color on the walls is also black. The bed, bed sheets, pillows and everything in the room is black. I also wore a black dress. All around mine, in bed and room, there is a great fragrance of roses which freshens myself and my mind. I opened my eyes slowly and closed them again and went to sleep for relaxation, then I woke up after 15 minutes and those fifteen minutes like that I slept for many hours.