Novel & Cerita Xaden Riorson Black

Aiden is part of Blackmarsh now, and so are both swords. Reese twitches the cloth out of the square and retreats outside the line, facing across from Black’s second. Aiden steps back into one corner, wisely keeping his eyes on his opponent. His weight is over his toes. He’s shed his jacket and teeshirt, leaving him bare to the waist. He’s not bulging with muscle, like Black, but there’s lean strength to him. He’s obviously no couch potato, now there’s no cloth hiding him. Black strolls into the opposite corner, wearing his arrogance like armour. He’s shirtless too, a gleaming, bronzed cross between a swimwear model and a bodybuilding contestant.

The one Xaden had called Rodney, a quite talkative man who seemed tightly involved in the military, spoke. “Yes.” Xaden’s hand went closed around my breast and he idly squeezed the mound, pinching and tugging at my nipples while I squirmed and cringed on his lap. “Doesn’t he have another daughter My Lord?” “He does.” Xaden scrunched up his nose, an arrogant, disdainful expression on his face. “I didn’t like her. Looks too much like the old git. Horse face and all.” He grinned, still clutching my breasts without even looking at me. Like I was some sort of idle toy for him to play with. I burned with humiliation.

They would have nothing else if they missed it. The Xanders thoroughly took the advice to heart. *** Adrian stopped speaking to them afterward. He pulled out his phone as he drove to place a call to Wyvern Peak’s headquarters in Azure Creek. As soon as the call was picked up, he said, “Look up a man named Benson Xavier, and call me back in ten minutes with the information.” “Yes, sir.” Riley looked toward Adrian in astonishment and quickly placed her hand on his. She said, “Adrian, are we really going to see him? I…I’ll feel so embarrassed.” Her face blushed scarlet.

Osisiakalaka was standing barefooted in the verandah of his shrine when he began to feel dizzy. He drained half of the gourd of palm wine in one gulp, grimacing at whatever special flavour the woman in his shrine had filled it with. There was a deadening clunk of wood on wood, and the woman inside the shrine vibrated as the gourd fell from his grip and hit the table. A pulse ran through his skull. Osisiakalaka turned his head, eyes drawn to the palm wine, spattered on the floor. The woman inside his shrine brought a rag and asked for his permission to clean the spilled contents, he allowed her with a stretch of his hand.

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Then he unsheathed his weapon, a sword unlike any I’d seen before. Its steel was dark, almost black, and from its blade coiled tendrils of smoke, inky and alive, as though it breathed, enchanted, surely. I didn’t know if the others saw what I did, but to my eyes, it pulsed with a forbidden magic. The duel began. Alpha Thorne attacked first, striking with the fury of a pack leader defending his people. His movements were sharp. But Xareth barely lifted his blade. He sidestepped each strike with effortless grace, like a predator toying with prey. His expression never changed, very calm. And that calm was more terrifying than rage.

I gasp as the orgasm rips through me, my body arching, water splashing. I go still. Panting. Drenched in sweat. The aftershocks pulse through my thighs. And when I finally open my eyes, reality sets in. The man who just made me cum so hard I forgot my name? Xander Black. Fuck.

And I was the prize. I felt the shift in the air, the familiar, sharp scent of ozone and wet pine. I wasn't alone. "Coming out to play, Xender?" a voice called from the brush. It was Tristan Blackmoor. He stepped into the clearing, his eyes glowing a sickly, predatory yellow. He looked haggard, his fur matted with mud and blood, but his posture was still that of an Alpha. "I’m not playing, Tristan," I said, my hand instinctively going to the hilt of the silver blade I kept hidden beneath my coat. "I’m ending this."

I looked down at myself, letting out an exasperated sigh at the bloodied mess that was me. Taking a deep breath, I started to limp down the alley, continuing on my way home. Mum would definitely flip out if she saw me like that. That was quite a dramatic start to my story, wasn't it? My name is Xavier Erik Blackwood, son of Jaden and Rhea Blackwood. I have two siblings; Oliver who is my twin brother, and Heather who is younger by five years.

However, the black mist surged like sharp blades, piercing through his body as he approached. His Obsidian Body could not resist the attack of the black mist. In an instant, his body was pierced, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood. “Heck!” James cursed angrily as his Obsidian Body was broken. “Haha.” Seeing this scene, Xayvion laughed and said, “James Caden, your Obsidian Body has been shattered. You’ll meet your end today.” Xayvion’s aura surged as he approached James with the black longsword.