Ben 10 Max Tennyson Novels & Stories

“Ariel, this is not the time to play pyromaniac princess. We need to come up with a plan! We need to –“ The door flies open, Pippa and Elias stumbling in. “Ariel!” Elias gasps. But then he goes very, very still as he sees who is kneeling on my bed, a charred bit of fabric in his hands. Pippa’s eyes whip between the two men and I grimace a little, worried for her as she quietly pushes the door shut. “Um, everyone,” I say quietly. “This is…Benny.” “Benjamin,” Ben snaps, shooting me a glare. “Or, um, Ben. Ben Ternicki. I’m an…ambassador from Moon Valley…”

I call. He stops and looks back at me. “May I have a quick word with you?” “Sure thing.” He nods, confusion marred on his face as Max glares at me. I flash her a quick smile. “Let’s talk over there. Max, you can go up. This might take some time.” “Don’t tell me what to do.” She glares at me as Kiev turns to her. “I’ll be right back, doll, go up and make yourself sexier, if that’s even possible.”

He used to be lean but now he was filled out, not beefy or burly, just enough. Immortality had treated him well. I cleared my throat, trying to cover up my moment of weakness. "You're late Pandora. You know what that means." She hung her head in defeat. "Detention," she muttered with a sigh. Composing myself as though my world hadn’t tilted off the axis, I spoke as nonchalantly as possible as I stared at Nathaniel. "You must be Nate. Pandora's sidekick as she proudly said it yesterday," I said, chuckling."My name is Max Townsend and I am your new English teacher."

Bea’s face lights up when she sees Max. “My Max,” she says as he bends down to hug her. Ben looks surprised to see us together. Ben hugs me, then shakes Max’s hand. He looks between us. “Max, I’m short a partner today in golf. Why don’t you join me? We can let the ladies talk about us while we are gone.” Bea smirks at Ben, patting my hand, she says, “He snored, all night.”

Every ounce of his energy focused on his right fist. Maxwell's voice boomed like a bell, as if announcing the arrival of a new era to the world. "Draco Elephas Punch!" The punch erupted outward like a detonating star, a terrifying storm of power coiled into one blow. A faint smile lingered on Maxwell's lips. Behind him, the images of a dragon and an elephant seemed to rise, looming like ancient spirits. His strike smashed against what appeared to be a simple, unassuming punch from Lawrence. The moment Maxwell's Draco Elephas Punch met Lawrence's Sixfold Carnage Fist, the world fell silent as if time itself had frozen.

Gia laughed toppling on the ground. "Thor? It's more like Godzilla." Timothy sarcastically said, letting out a chuckle, and the rest burst out in laughter at the accurate comparison. "Hey! I like that Tim. Now let me try." Max said in determination as he folded his sleeves and walked to stand in the middle of the clearing while the others just shook their head. "Don't get yourself struck by lightning by mistake." Timothy warned, making Max snort. "I'm a dragon prince. Lighting won't do much harm to me." Max huffed and spread his arms wide apart.

“You have earned it, and besides Max wasn’t even there went we decided to put you on the squad. Look, I know the guy, he doesn’t play with women feelings, he usually is very straight forward with what he wants and he never crosses a line. I told him you’re like my sister and he is not backing off, so that either means he doesn’t give a shit about the alliance, which is very unlikely, or two he likes you but is just a bit messed up in the head and can’t decide what to do or three, he is completely messed up and lost all his senses and is using you.” I flinch at the last one but Colton quickly adds “Look all I’m trying to say is be careful. Max is a good person and he normally would play with

" Max stared at her with his dark gaze. He spoke in a low, unreadable voice. "Miss Evelynn, your tennis skills are impressive." Felicia remained silent. Max turned to Colt, bid him farewell, and stormed off without saying anything else. Felicia stood there, watching their backs while Colt and Mr. Reyes went after him. Hello, Evelynn. With a courteous grin that fell short of her eyes, she turned to face Kennedy. It is not a significant matter.

Max pounded on the guest room door. "What?, what?, I'm up." "Its not coordinates!, but it’s a place." "What?." Kyle and Zayn echoed. "It was a message from Breanna, and it says to go to the that famous Bee factory from the 90s." Max shouted in excitement, showing the paper he wrote the translated words on. Zayn snatched the paper from him to compare it with the numbers, unable to believe that Maxwell was actually able to decode what he couldn't.

Alex shielded her with his body when a strong wave of shock sent other students flying a few meters backward. The crystal glowed a brighter yellow. It pulsed with warmth like a sun setting below the horizon. “He’s always been a show-off every year,” Alex remarked, but no sign of disapproval laced under his tone. And as if hearing what the prince said, Maxwell turned around and stuck out a thumbs up to them. “Beaumont. Class 1,” Professor Rhyb announced. “Yes!” Maxwell shouted in glee, his hands punching the air. “Prince Heath Alexander Castellan.”