Elder Maxson Novels & Stories

Emrys was quick to snap out of it and extended his hand to him, something that Elva didn't expect from the infamous arrogant senior. "Good morning, I appreciate you helping my daughter. Which pack are you from?" He asked, shaking hands with him. Although he looked calm, his eyes were laced with some warnings. "Emerald pack sir" he replied looking down at their hands after feeling a tight squeeze from the man. Even Elva noticed what his father was doing, she couldn't help but facepalm herself. "Dad! Please!" She said parting their hands forcefully.

Was he actually getting better, or was he just being molded back into the monster the board members wanted him to be? ​"Ready?" Monica asked, her hand on the door handle. ​I looked at my reflection in the glass one last time. The girl from the island was still there, but she was learning to wear a mask of her own. "Ready." ​As we walked toward the executive elevators to meet the man who was no longer Luke, I realized that the "Cromwell Legacy" wasn't just a company name. It was a prison. And as the doors slid open, I saw him standing there, surrounded by assistants and lawyers, looking every bit the cold, arrogant king they said he was.

Jon noticed it was the same type he had in his room. “Uh, nice place.” “Don’t pay any attention to it. I got taken in by a linoleum salesman once and didn’t want the stuff to go to waste.” He plopped down on the mats. “So, who’s the mark?” Jon remembered Elder gave his profession as psychic assassin. “Oh, no, no. I just want to hire your van for the evening.” Elder was disappointed and mumbled into his chest for a while until Jon threw a c-note at him. That perked the old man up and he ran into a back room to root about for the keys.

“No…” He whispered. “You’re dead.” The old man spoke calmly into the camera. “I disappointed you.” Adrian took an involuntary step backward. “You survived.” “So did your lies.” The old scientist slowly removed his cracked glasses. “My name is Dr. Elias Mercer.” Elena frowned. “The scientist from Black Hollow?” Daniel nodded slowly. “The one who disappeared.” Dr. Mercer looked into the camera. “If this archive has opened…” “…then Sophia’s children are together.” His tired eyes seemed to soften.

He looked young, his eyes bright with scientific curiosity that hadn't yet been dulled by the Weight. "Leo?" the man asked. It was Dr. Marcus, Leo's father, who had died during the first Great Reset. "You're late for the briefing, son. We've finally stabilized the Aethelgard grid. No more war. No more shifters. Just progress." Leo froze, his breath catching. "Dad?" The Trap of the 'Perfect Yield'

The media will be on their tails trying to get their story straight as to why Madam Grace may not be able to take it. Kerlson sighed deeply, he was aware Madam Grace loved his brother like a son, he was her favorite but now he was returning home with him in a casket. Kerlson watched with tears in his eyes, just as flowers came in and a few people greeted Dante from the door. They all lost important parts of themselves due to the negligence and selfishness of one person. Emelda Williams is the only woman he is willing to kill with no mercy.

I said to him and his eyes widened. “He’s been dead for eighteen years,” he said. “Why did you do it?” I asked him. “We were making money on the side, drugs mostly and he found out, it wasn’t personal,” he said to me. “It was personal to me,” I said to him. “Who are you?” “Alex Jennings, or if you believe in prophecies, the Ulfr Banamaðr,” I answered him. “He had a son?” he asked, slightly confused. “My mother had just found out she was pregnant when you all ousted her from the pack,” I said to him and he sat down on the bed.

an Elder stood up abruptly from his seat and slammed his fist on the table in front of him. Judging from his anger and appearance, who looked similar to David, that Elder must be David’s father. He turned toward Max and accused, “Alpha Maximillian, are you going to let your Luna take charge of your company’s affair? This is beyond her rights!” Max sneered and said to David’s father, “It seems you are getting too old now and can’t think clearly.” “How dare you!” David’s father slammed his fist against the table again, and his body began trembling because of his anger. “I am an Elder of the pack!”

Like an idiot, I thought for a brief second she had finally seen sense and believed me over her favorite child. “SILENCE!” Elder Brent growled. Using the heavy wooden staff he always carried he tapped the stone floor sharply. His voice remained quietly terrifying as he casually produced a notepad. “One of the captured men, a Harris Elkman,” consulting his notes with a squint, “confirmed his leaders met with you. You planned this event. You knew your father would be out tonight checking the perimeter. Together with Dominic you-” “What about Elle? We look alike enough, she could have pretended to be me! Your man could have been mistaken!”

I cannot wait to rub it into her face just who I am. “Because High Elder Morris.” I say still watching my mate’s expression. “I’m none other than Lieutenant Hascal Masterson of the Species Intelligence.” I say finally looking over at the High Elder. “You may know my father. The head of Species Intelligence, Randy Masterson.” I say as his eyes get big. “I’m under orders to keep these two under a watchful eye until the Council convenes for their trail.” The High Elder bows his head and takes a step back. “We will follow your lead lieutenant.” He says raising his eyes to me. I nod my head as I see the hate in his. Not saying another word. Looking over my shoulder. “Follow me.” I state as I head