Anthony Edward Stark Novels & Stories

Tony asks as his eyes scan the children. Adrian looks confused for a moment but the look is quickly masked with a protective stare that I like. "Why do you want to know?" He asks as he takes his hands out of his pockets and takes a protective stand. If hes willing to go against us then maybe he is telling the truth after all. "Because they are my sons," Tony growls getting pissed off. Adrian's jaw drops and he struggles to get his words out. "They are Brothers right? Same mom?”

Martin's eyes reddened and continued, "Listen, I know the formula for the antidote, as long as you let me go." "That modified serum was made by me." When saying those words, the lab worker who was responsible for monitoring Martin's physical condition stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight. He raised his hand and suddenly removed his black wig and dark framed glasses, revealing his original brownish blonde hair. He was Edward, who had once betrayed Tobias. Edward, stepping forward, revealed with an apologetic voice, "Alpha Damian, I know the formula for the special drug and its antidote. And I'm willing to help you in any way I can if you'll just spare me."

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

My stomach has started swirling with an emotion I'm not ready to acknowledge yet. The worry in his eyes is evident. "She has no idea who or what she is, but its Tegwen, Cain." I feel like I've been kicked in the stomach, my breath stolen from me as his words register. "The Rogue with the humans, is Tegwen."

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

The deep, gravelly voice cut through the dark living room, making her gasp and spin around. Julian Vance stood at the entrance of the dim hallway,Marcus’s father. At fifty-four, Julian didn't look like a man entering the prime of his life,he looked like a predator at the peak of his power. He was broader than his son, taller, with sharp grey eyes that seemed to strip away a person's defenses with a single glance. He wore a dark charcoal pair of trousers and a black dress shirt with the top three buttons undone, the sleeves rolled up to reveal thick, vein-lined forearms covered in dark hair. He held a glass of scotch, the ice clinking softly as he took a step forward into the room.

Khanna turned towards us and said “Sorry about that. She just got my stubbornness. If my wife is standing here, she would say the mistake was all mine for having stubborn nature and gave that gene to our daughter.” And everyone laughed at this. I nodded and said, “Don’t tell her my name please.” “Don’t worry, I will not.” He said and left the room to follow Ms.Pari. All of us are still shocked by this news. I mean she is working as my P.A when she is the daughter of the number-one businessman, and an heir to the number one company. Everyone still in the shock state left the room except Di. “Who thought Ms.Pari could give this big shock?” Di said.

And with that, he turned and stalked out of the cabin as fast as he had entered, shutting the door hard behind him. My mother collapsed into a chair, shaking. "Who was that, Annie? His power.it was wonderful. I've never felt anything like it, not even from the Martial Lord." I kept mute, but I knew then my mom knew my state. I couldn't say a lot. I looked down at my babies, their tiny fists opening and closing. My sons needed a pack. They needed the best protection they would have. And Damon, for his wickedness, was still an Alpha, still known by all. The strange man was too much of a risk.

He plays the footage from the camera flash he got from the lab. We carefully watch everything in the video. Alpha Tate’s wolf wasn’t comfortable seeing it again, he’s growling and radiating anger energy from his body, but we had to watch it. It’s the only way to know who these scientists are. “There.” He points at the screen. Oliver pauses the video, taking it back a little and stops at the face of one of the doctors. “Isn’t that Justin’s father?” Oliver asks, staring at the screen intensely. He does look exactly like Justin though.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0