Maddox Batson Novels & Stories

What the fuck. With a heavy sigh, I turn over underneath the blankets, coming face-to-face with Maddox who's shirtless now. He's not as pale or greyish as your usual vampire; his hair a light brown, complementing the light tan he has against his olive-ton complexion. But that's not the only thing I notice... It looks as though Satan has chiseled his body like some super greek god, or maybe just a general, hot vampire. "Liking the view?"

It was small, half-collapsed, but dry. He sat down against the wall, legs stretched out, eyes distant. She crouched in front of him, studying his face. He looked exhausted but alert, every movement too precise—like a soldier running on autopilot. “Tell me what you remember,” she said gently. He frowned. “Pieces. Flashes. You in the clinic. Blood. A bike. Fire.” “And before that?” He shook his head. “Just… noise.” She swallowed. “Your name is Jax Maddox. You were part of the Hellborn MC. You saved my life. And you—”

She heard moans, growls and screams. "Welcome, Kat. I've been expecting you." Maddox appeared from behind a curtain. He was a tall man with a lean build and fair complexion. His dark hair was neatly combed, and his glasses framed his intelligent eyes. He wore a crisp lab coat over his casual outfit. He had the appearance of a handsome human, if not for his golden eyes and elongated fangs that betrayed his true nature. "Hello, Maddox. You know why I'm here." Kat said, trying to sound confident.

she whispered flicking her gaze towards the wounded on the battlefield. My mind bounced back to all the battles Maddox had led during the wars after White Castle fell. They carried on for decades as packs vied for power struggling to find their footing in the new world. Maddox was only seventeen when he took the place of Alpha after his father was brutally murdered. By the age of twenty, he and Shadow had secured a fragile peace for our people. He saw more death than any man his age ever should. We lost friends, family, partners and children and Maddox held strong for us, keeping us sane when we felt like our world was spinning off its axis. His were big boots to fill but I owed to him to tr

Maddox stood with two of his guys. “Fucking incompetent. You fucking had one job, and that was to keep her in the room. But clearly, you idiots can’t do one simple task.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated and annoyed. “That little girl, she clearly doesn’t understand the trouble she has caused for herself.” Then his expression changed to something murderous. “Find that bitch. She couldn’t have gotten far. If you don’t find her, your heads with be my new trophies. Do you understand, or are you still idiots?”

No distractions… Mr. X (online) — Is that the only reason? I hope this has nothing to do with our “joke”… Or something I did… Thalia (online) — Just that, X. You were perfect. It has nothing to do with you. If you want to keep talking to me, just add me on MSN. My name is daliapenedosalazar@hotmail.com Mr. X (online) — All right, then goodbye, Dalia Penedo Salazar.

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.

I crouch, running a finger along the bite marks without struggle, just one clean tear through the throat and a heart carved out like she was prepping dinner. Maddox drops beside me, his usual smartass grin nowhere in sight. “Same as the rest,” he mutters, eyes scanning the trees like Savannah might jump out any second. “Guy didn’t even fight. Knew exactly who was killing him.” My jaw clenches so hard it aches. They need someone to step up, make the ugly calls, and stop the bleeding. My jaw clenches. Savannah has already taken too many lives, but dead people don’t answer questions.

Maddox realized that he had messed with the wrong people today. Plop! He kneeled in front of Lindsay. “I-I was wrong! Please, spare me!” Thud, thud, thud! He began groveling at her feet, hitting his head on the ground. Lindsay ignored him and walked to the car. Maddox was petrified. “Don’t kill me! I’m the son of Mason Webb, the CEO of Nimbus Hollow’s Prince Corporation.” When the woman heard the name, she hesitated, so she turned to look at Lindsay with the dagger in her hand.