Anthony Edward Stark Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” He let out a humorless laugh. “You actually thought that meant something?” Air left my lungs for a second that instant.“I… what?” “Let me make this clear, omega.” The way he said it —omega— like filth. “You were a test. Nothing more. “A test?” My voice broke. Someone please don't wake me up! “I felt something pulling at me. I thought maybe…” He shook his head. “But there’s nothing there. You’re nothing.”

I remember I hold his hand so tight, really tight ‘till I can feel the warmth of his palm. “Thank you so much,” I said to Arthur as I let go of our hands. The nurse has finished taking my blood and asked us to wait for the result later. Arthur takes me to the waiting room where the others wait for us. I see Kathy and Ted were having a little joke, Ted is a kind of a funny guy, he made jokes to lighten the mood. Anneth and Dave are starting to show interest in each other, are they gonna be a couple in this group though? And Ivan just sits there, listening to Kathy and Ted jokes. I don’t see Vincent around them. Ivan stood up to greet us. “You've done the test? I hope you feel alright” Ivan be

He places his hand inside his left jacket, taking out his reading glasses and placing them back on his face. He makes his way inside the building towards his dorm. At the entrance to his stairway awaits his childhood friend Brandon. A young boy who is the total opposite of his. Brandon is known by most people. He's popular and outgoing. Dark brown hair and toned fair-skinned, with a sculpted body he likes to show off. Although Russell is in better shape than he is, and could probably kick his ass in an instant. But no one knows of Russell's hidden talent and a favorite hobby of illegal underground cage fighting.

’ Anjana’s face turned pale. ‘Don’t worry; I am saying that as he is the Shiva’s gift. He is part of Shiva. And as Shiva he will also destroy the phoney arrogance of others.’ ‘Oh! Then what’s your suggestion?’ ‘HANUMAN – Destroyer of Phoney Arrogance.’ *****

Stan assured. There's one thing I know about Stark, and that was the fact that he wouldn't dare to make problems on a very important occasion such as this. I waited patiently for Stark and Alan, who cake all the way to where I sat. I signaled for an extra seat to be provided for both mortal enemies of mine. Not only that, I saw another man among then, especially next Stark. Though I've not met him before, from the pictures shown to me while I was investigating Stark, it turns out that he was Alpha Tristan.

Alpha Ian Fullerton of The Rebel Rogues, looked up from his desk when he heard a knock on the door of his office. He ordered the one knocking on the door to come in and he saw that it was his beta, Anthony Madison. Anthony is a tall, muscular-built guy with dark hair and dark eyes. He has a scar on his face, running from the bottom of his right eye down to his chin. He looks formidable alone with that look and he had used it to his advantage.

I pop one eye open,adjusting to the intense light streaming in from the window then open the other. They are all here. Mr and Mrs Davis, Bennett, Aunt Rita, Jordan, Shelley, Dad, Xavier. The people who now means the world to me. No..the people who makes up my world. Who would have thought that the person I wanted to kill so much would one day make me hate the idea of him even getting hurt. Yea, Shelley. She really should stop reading romance books.

For a moment, my vision blurred, and the strong metallic smell of blood filled the air. As my sight cleared slightly, I saw the figures standing over me. I recognized Luthor and Kade—both among those the Alpha had exiled from the council. Then Stark stepped forward, joining them. They all held iron rods as weapons, but Stark’s was already bloody. I had no doubt he was the one who had struck me. “Did anyone see you with her?” Stark asked the soldier. The soldier shook his head, his eyes wide with fear. “You played your role well.”