Xaden Riorson Novels & Stories

His chest is not moving. “Xaden, please…” my voice breaks. All he did was come up to save me, but what have I done? Hurt him. I can’t live with that truth if he dies. “No…” My heart pounds, aching like a real wound. Xaden can’t be dead. His body is still warm. I desperately pull his black shirt up, revealing bare skin. My hands roam around hard muscles. His skin is warm under my hands. There are jagged healed scars on his chest area, but there’s no time to be curious about them.

Xaden had placed his father’s head on a spike as he pulled off his heavy hood to show his identity . The gesture was watched in silence, and all the soldiers from the Bluestone forces had already given up fighting. Their heads lifted in surprise when they realized that the one holding their Alpha’s head was none other than their former chief’s son. His presence was a sign of hope. One by one, they lowered their weapons. Xaden’s face showed all the strife and suffering he had endured—all caused by his father. He then raised the spike, showing his father’s head to the world, proving that the terror known as Korak was finally gone.

I understood that he was the last person that I wanted to speak to or look at. The room was silent, saved from the faint hum of the machines, but I could still feel him. Damon. I didn’t have to turn to find out he was there. His scent, a mix of cedarwood and something darker, filled the space around me. His energy was suffocating, pressing against my back like a heavy storm ready to unleash its wrath. I stayed still, keeping my eyes fixed on Isla, willing myself not to react. A moment passed before he spoke.

That was all we could possibly ask for. I held up the flower, doing one last walk around the house. Touching the notches of where Xander and Zain had been marked as they grew. Even the marks that reached up past even their dad’s height. His old office that had been turned into my office these past ten years. Desmond had been unable to get up the stairs anymore. Making my way back down, I turned off the unnecessary lights and pulled out the electronics. One final turn, I smiled and held up the flower again.

George voiced out, confessing his feelings to Xaden. This was the first time that he was confessing his feelings to Xaden and he was hoping that he would be able to convince him to think twice about the relationship that could turn out beautiful between them. But Xaden spat out in irritation and anger. “Never will I consider such stupid suggestion. I am straight and not gay. Because of that, you had to get rid of my woman?” He raised his voice, feeling so much anger deep within him.

Adrian grabs his soda, taking a long, desperate sip to wash away the taste of phantom blood and shame. Almost immediately, the phone buzzes against the wood. Adrian sets the glass down and flips the device over. A notification:@ryxder sent you a friend request. Adrian’s thumb hovers over the screen. He clicks the name, opening the profile. It’s definitely Ryder—the same jawline, the same smirk. The profile picture is a shirtless shot from what looks like a locker room, glistening skin and tight abs on display.

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

Azraiel pushes his legs to run faster as he tread through the wild forests of Rysterbia. He was in the Royal library when he received Ayleen's call. The sheer amount of panic he experienced when she told him that Charlotte is in heat was nothing like he has ever experienced before.