Xaden Riorson Black Novels & Stories

I had to rub them to make sure that I wasn't dreaming because what the fuck was happening here. Xenois was lying on my bed, his back propped against the pillows, wearing only a pair of black shorts. His chest was bare, and he still has his bandage wrapped around his dark hair, and he was looking at me with such open desire and hunger in his eyes that my breath got caught in my throat.

In his life. I slid out of bed quietly, my legs still aching from the night before, and padded toward the soft glow coming from the kitchen. I didn’t know what I expected to find, but it wasn’t him leaning against the counter, bare-chested and half in shadow, nursing a glass of water like it might drown his demons. For a moment, I just watched him. Dominic Blackwood wasn’t beautiful in a traditional sense. He was all sharp edges and hard lines. A man built like a weapon, forged in fire and sharpened by circumstance.

he murmurs. I’m about to reply when everything stills. The music fades into the background. Conversations trail off. Even the air seems to pause. A man steps from the treeline. His presence is different. Dark, yes but not threatening. His hair is midnight black, his eyes the color of storm clouds heavy with rain. Power coils around him like quiet lightning, restrained but alive. Xena goes completely still. Her breath catches, and her hand flies to her chest as if she’s forgotten how to breathe.

Xaden was a mortal enemy who promised me vengeance when he was suspended last semester. He was also the son of the man Mother is currently married to. And he just found out my darkest secret.

Saxon so excited, he started laughing out loud and jumped off the disk and into the crash of Black Rhinos, laughing all the way. "Show off," Xasha was annoyed at his father, he decided to take him down a peg. He waved his hand and erected wind walls along the ground, separating the Rhinos from each and making it so that they couldn't turn around. This made it easier for Saxon to kill them.

"Mr. Blackwood, do you know there's a saying that goes, 'The villain dies from talking too much'?" Xander furrowed his brows as he was confused by Hesper's question, then he sensed a foreboding sensation. In the next moment, everything became blurry, and he felt his strength leaving his body. "Mr. Blackwood, you have remarkable physical fitness. It seems you've undergone resistance training against drugs too," Hesper said, lifting herself slightly to observe Xander. Her lips curled into a dangerous yet captivating smile. However, in the following second, Xander completely lost consciousness and passed out.

His body shook like it was his first time ever getting a blow job regardless of how many mouths he had have gone down on him, yet it took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to thrust his hips and fuck her perfect mouth, harder, deeper. As it was, surrounded by all that silky heat and feeling the suctioning pull on his cock as he slowly drew her back up the length of his shaft, he suspected he was only going to last a few strokes. The door opened, making Xavier's hand loosely drop from her hair as an oblivious Timothy walked through the door, on his hands stacks and stacks of files that made Xavier raise his brows.

I call out to him. I quickly jab the elevator button and find Dax has already pressed the call button; he’s leaning against the wall waiting for it to come up, “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.” He chuckles, “Of course not. You always have your head in the clouds. What’s on the agenda for today?” Dax is one of my best guy friends and the lead singer for his band Modus Grace, they released another album called Siren’s Legion. He’s also my next-door neighbour. We tried the dating thing, but it never went any further than a friendship that I cherish.

My head turns before I can stop myself. And I see him. Xaden. Standing at the far end of the corridor, dressed entirely in black, listening to an older woman who looks like an official speak to him. My pulse doesn’t just quicken, it stumbles. That scent. It’s him. “Talking of the devil,” Sloane murmurs beside me. “Tell me about him,” I say quietly, unable to look away. “He’s the strongest wolf in the academy,” she says. “Some argue his twin, Darian, rivals him. But Xaden is the one the prophecy speaks of.”

“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-flecked, glacier-gray eyes—watch