Maddox Hatter Descendants Novels & Stories

The first and only name on my docket is Michael. The reserved, always kind ex-alpha of the fallen Morning Star pack, Maddox’s dad. I have stopped by to see him occasionally, leaving him some cookies or a cake I stole from the kitchen. I want to make him something fresh, something homemade, but with Priscilla on my ass about becoming a proper Luna time seems scarce.

“Do you understand what that means, Harrison? The Hemsworth title restored. Timothy Hemsworth is the rightful heir. Our names — both of ours — burned to ashes.” Madison settled into the plush cushion by the open window, and the city spread like a glittering web below. She crossed one leg over the other with the ease of someone who has always owned every room she enters. “So,” she asked, voice cool and even, “what do we do now, Harris?”

She asks. "Very well," I reply. "Everything is perfect." "Indeed," my Grandfather cut in. "What is the name of the warrior that had reportedly left the pack this morning? Remind me." He taps his fingers at his wife. "Maddox Livington." His wife offers, and Grandpa lets out a mocking smile. "Exactly. And more people are going to join him. Yet the pack's Alpha sits behind his wooden desk and tells us everything is perfect. Aren't you ashamed of yourself, Kedar?"

“That’s why I wanted to interrogate Roger. See if he knew anything else about your mom.” “Your uncle said some wolves were gifted elemental powers by the gods. But your elemental gifts were heredity, as you are descendants. You are descendants of the gods,” Maddox says. “It is all fitting together. You can both give us your blessing before I mark Eden. It will have the same effect as if the goddess herself blessed us.” I hyperventilate. “Oh, Hecate. Oh, Hecate. You mean I raised two goddesses?” “Well, not full goddesses’ mom. But together we make a full one, apparently.” Lottie tells me. I gave her a stern look. “Thanks for correcting me. No wonder you were such hard work growing up.”

“You’re Commissioner Marcus Hart’s daughter. Daddy’s been trying to cage us for three years. And here you are, kissing our fighters like you don’t know exactly who we are.” “I didn’t know—” “Iron Serpents Motorcycle Club,” Maddox supplied helpfully, circling me like a shark. “Chicago’s most wanted, according to daddy’s press conferences.” “I don’t faint at the first sign of danger.” “No?” Jaxon finally spoke, voice like gravel. “What do you do when things get dangerous, princess?” The endearment sounded different now—less promise, more threat. I lifted my chin, meeting his eyes that burned with predatory intensity.

"How could I bear his child? If I were to have a son to inherit, appearances must not link him to the Spectrehowl Pack, and in reality, the connection must be severed completely. Of course, Hunt knows this, the Spectrehowl Pack knows this, and in time, my son will too." "Do you truly intend to take a lover?" Rosa asked, surprised. For years, Madison had lived without emotional or physical intimacy. Why the sudden change of heart? "Have you heard of Cassius Davidson?" Madison asked. Rosa felt a weight drop in her chest. "No. The Davidson family hasn't had many in government. Is Cassius a rising star there?" "Not exactly. He's just been following his father in business and returned to the capi

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.

“But before he died, he was next in line after you. When you disappeared, he became heir.” “Did he take me?” The thought made me sick. “I don’t know. We investigated him at the time, but found no proof. He claimed grief, shock, innocence.” Alexander’s hands clenched. “But Marcus always resented me. Resented that I was older, that I would inherit, that I had everything he wanted.” “If he’s dead, who called me?” I asked. “His son. Your cousin.” Alexander pulled up a photo on his phone. “Damien Moonhaven. He’s thirty now, living in Europe. He inherited Marcus’s fortune and holdings. But not the pack-that stayed with me when Marcus died.”

"They are gifts from someone quite close to me." "Oh. Do you always wear them?" Worried, she asked. "I receive an unlimited supply of them every mouth." Charlie picked up on that, noting again on his social class. Maddox Black probably came from an exclusive wealthy family. She eyed the simple clothes he wore and the necklace with the cross around his neck. Everything about him screamed old rich. It itched her to know more about him without the help of the database. Who was Maddox Black? "Okay. Favorite color?" She asked.

I snap, "do you know how difficult it is for an orphan girl to get someone to care for her?" "You are not an orphan, and you are not alone", he tries to tell me with the greatest kindness that his little patience allows. "Richard has always been there for me, he has given me a home, food, what I have needed, he has even taken me to know the sea," I continue to ignore what he tells me, “Very few caregivers worry that their children know the sea." "Maddox ...!" He raises his voice, but when he sees my ah-look, he continues, "his name is not Richard, his real name is Maddox, and he is a traitor."