Anthony Mackie Novels & Stories

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

“I take it that you two know each other?” “Not in the slightest, this is simply an ancient angelic greeting.” Mischief licked down the Addict’s throat, and the Addict shuddered. Mischief snorted. “Of course I know him. This is Anthony. He was one of the mightiest and cleverest warriors in Angel World.” Anthony rested his head on Mischief’s shoulder, hunching his shoulders. “I would not be trapped here if that were true.”

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

Luca asks beating me to it. "He's a fucking Fae"

Beta Lockhart said. “Greetings Alpha Rich, Beta Lockhart. This is Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack and I am his Beta, Mave,” she said. “It’s lovely to meet you,” Beta Lockhart said. “It’s a pleasure to be here,” Mave said. “Please follow our Delta, Delta Welch inside. He will escort you into the packhouse and down to the war room,” Beta Lockhart said. “My Warriors will stay outside and I will only take my Beta and my Gamma,” I said.

" Mike stated, his expression serious. Anthony's face twisted in rage as Mike's words cut deep. The mention of being forever stuck in the friend zone was a blow to his ego, and he lunged at Mike with a furious cry. "You bastard!" He shouted, swinging his fist wildly. Mike blocked the attack with ease, his eyes flashing with anger. He countered with a swift punch, sending Anthony stumbling backward. "Never dare to raise your hands to me again." Mike warned, his voice low and menacing. "Letting you get away with it once was a mistake. Don't expect leniency again." His voice dropped to a menacing tone. "If you ever try to hit me again, I'll make sure you're wearing a cast for months to come."

"Hmm?" "Come, I want you to meet my beta, my tracker, and the leader of the pack warriors," Michael said and I instantly look at Lincoln, he just nodded at me as a sign that it was okay for me to leave him in a bit. I immediately walked over to Michael where he was happily talking to three men. I think I already know one of them, the leader of the pack warriors since he's the one who captured me and throws me in the cellar. "Hey mate, I want you to meet Maddox, he's my beta. This is Carrick, the pack tracker and I believe you already met this other guy here, Henry, the leader of the pack warriors." Michael introduces me to the other men and I just smile at them.

“If you have enough time for idle gossip in the middle of the day, I’m sure Mrs. McDonald would welcome your help peeling potatoes in the kitchens.” The smaller man who was sparring gives an exaggerated shudder. His accent is so thick I can only pick up the words “kill” and “dragon”, but there are a few titters in the crowd and Ethan grins. I get the impression that whoever Mrs. McDonald is, she’s not very popular.

he sassed in a low voice. His reply effectively caught them off-guard, and they did not know how to respond. Anthony continued with a cold tone, “If that’s all, please leave.” His cold tone had not even a hint of warmth. McKenzie stiffened. She was so beautiful and skilled, but why did Anthony spared not even a glance at her?

“You almost looked like a husband there. Warm smile. Hand on her waist. Thought you were going to spin her into a dance and call it a day. And she didn't really think that she would play the role of a Luna. And yet, there she was, the perfect Luna that everyone would want to have. Only she was being honest. I'm not really sure about you.” “I wasn't going to fake something like this for a show.” I'm not tired walking away. He sighed. “You really are a piece of work, you know that? Everything that's going around right under your nose and you just seem to miss it. Or maybe you see it, but you don't want to face it.” I stopped. He was the one man who could speak to me the way that he wanted, mos