Elder Maxson Novels & Stories

“Dad, return to the mansion first! I will accompany Grandpa until Uncle Ed comes.” “No, Lexus. Daddy will accompany Grandfather with you.” They walked into the mansion. "I'm fine. You two come back!” Ackerley ordered. The old man walked with the help of a cane. "Will Dad still sleep with Mom?" Ackerley laughed at Elmer's question. He replied, "What kind of stupid question is this, Elmer?" The three Rodriguez men sat in the living room. Lexus stared at the hanging family photo of Rodriguez. "It turns out that grandfather was quite handsome when he was young," said Lexus, laughing. He tried to lighten the mood even though it was very rarely done.

“You have a perfectly fine son——” “Yeah. A black mage” scoffed Elder Maximus. “One who was not raised under my shadow as his mother ran away with him … you and I both know that he is a murderer, a psychopath Greta. I cannot keep him… I want my Damien.. the son who grew up in front of me to get better.”

’ Blake thought, shaking his head. In the waiting area, Mr. Dwayne Carlson, head of the Carlson family, who is a man in his early seventies, and looks very healthy for his age, was casually drinking a cup of tea when Mr. Elise and the men walked by with the severed heads swinging in their plastic bags, making him spit out the contents from his mouth. He was accompanied by Benjamin, William, and their father, Phil Carlson, to make amends to Mr. Elon for the problems they faced.

Simon concedes to his words. "Taken my truck" Elder Marcus divulged as he threw the keys to Simon as he helped Elias to his feet as he found it very hard to walk. "I've never exercise in this manner before" Elias chuckles, "Let's save Alpha Alan" Let's go save your enemy"

My eyes switched back to the position he had been in just a few moments ago before they settled on the man he had just been speaking to. Elias Clarkson. The illegitimate son of Mr. Clarkson, now CEO of Clarkson & Co. Elias's story was a tale of perseverance, talent, and skills. He had risen from the ashes of doubt, hate, and betrayal to get to the very top. It was a trait I admired about him, and I was glad to be able to talk to him.

The last time he saw him was during his college graduation. He knew this stubborn child of his will not agree to visit him even if he was seriously ill which he would not believe. Old man Hunter is a retired commander in the state army, he does take care of himself, sickness is not something that can attack him easily. He had wanted to see his grandson. But Maxwell as snobbish as he is would not leave his work or anything and visit him personally so after some inquiries he took the chance to adopt Emma who he found his grandson favored among all and even kill to protect.

I said, giving him a side glance. How on earth this guy is related to Diana, still surprises me. He's my best friend and is humble, thoughtful and kind unlike someone I know. “It's a lot to handle,” he said, nodding his head in understanding. “Dad told me something that I feel you should know.” “What's that?” “Dad and some pack members on patrol saw an Elder from Mellisa's pack speaking to a dark figure.” I furrowed my brows in confusion, wait! What?

"The Elder Blood title, I mean." "I believe it. Who wouldn't? It's rightfully ours," Elizabeth preens. "But he's working with Walter, so I can only assume he's moved past the whole thing. Vanda didn't like his father anyway—everyone could see it—so why should he finish what Bruce started?" "So, you remember Vanda's father as Alpha, his death, and Vanda taking over?" I ask.

I say trying to keep my expression neutral. “Think about it?! You’re joking, right? Max, you lost a lot of 53 pack members today, of which 47 were warriors. That’s a huge loss even for you. Alpha Damon will come back, you know it. Hell, you’re the one that figured out his game plan. Now you want to stay here like a sitting duck. I know you must want revenge for your family but think about your pack” Colton claps back.

At the center of their group stood their leader, a tall, imposing man whose presence commanded attention. “Magnus,” my father barked as I entered, his tone clipped. “Take a seat.” I obeyed, sliding into the chair beside him. The warrior leader’s gaze flicked to me briefly before returning to my father. “I am Elias,” the man said, his voice deep and measured. “We are here on behalf of Alpha Maximus of the Springcrest Prowlers Pack.” The mention of Max’s name sent a jolt through me, but I kept my expression neutral. I had no doubt this was about Milana.