Matt Murdock Novelas e Histórias

With a growl, he started off to their hideout still fuming. Still in his wolf form, he crept into the place through the backdoor which only he knows and changed back to his human form. His teeth clenched hard as he located his clothes and bundled himself up. His name is Arthur Murray. The Alpha king of the Crescent moon pack. The image of the human hunter that had chased him in the woods still lingered in his head and made his blood boil the more. He had only let his wolf out for a little hunting, having no idea he would bump into the one he and every werewolves dreads the most. Pure Humans! The sight of a werewolf makes their fingers itch to kill.

He blamed her because Valkin Alpha werewolves always mated with their fated mates, and my mother wasn't his fated mate. Valkin Alpha werewolves were different from other Alpha werewolves. They were stronger, and they had magic. They could control other Alphas easily and commanded respect from all. The only issue was that Valkin Alphas' magic never manifested until they were fully mated to their fated mate. My mother wasn't my father's fated mate, so he never manifested his magic ability, but he was strong nonetheless. The hatred between my parents became worse when my father found out that my mother had killed his fated mate so he would not leave her. My parents were horrible people, and bec

Nicky replied "Good. (puff) Take some cash and take care of your needs. See you tomorrow." Matt smiled "Thanks Boss. I appreciate your kindness." Nicky bowed before leaving his office. Matt Wailer runs the most successful secret drug mercenary in New York. Supplying hard drugs and importing weapons for years without problems and also partnering with government officials to cover his shady deals, then in return he would pay them some huge amount of money. Most times the deals he make is to offer protection to them by eliminating their rivals and competitors to gain alliance, which made him more powerful and influential.

Everyone blinked rapidly. "You little shits," I said around a smile. "What the fuck are you riding bitch on this for?" Hunter ‘Tank' Matthews was a former Navy SEAL. Short cropped light brown hair, a long wiry body, and pale blue eyes, I'd helped recruit him for personal protection for Penn and Willow. He was a master marksman and a deadly weapon in his own right.

I'm familiar with most gangsters, so just in case. ''He had long hair, an ugly scarred face, and rough tattooed hands. Oh, and he was dressed in traditional robes.'' ''Oh, that's...'' Nikolai recognized the gangster right away after hearing the description. Yes, he was sure...it was none other than Hester Roswell's biggest rival; Satoru Miyamoto. He was an Alpha gangster in his early 60s and was famous for his drugs.

Erica and I swiped our key cards and retrieved visitor passes from the reception desk for my brother and the other wolf. "My name is Alec," he introduced, "I am the one meant to be watching Jason today." Alec was tall with a broad, muscular build. His t-shirt clung to his biceps but was loose around the torso and his jeans were snug around the thighs. You didn't have to look twice to figure out that this guy worked out—going to the gym seemed like it should be his entire personality. He was fairly handsome, too, he was missing a head of hair but that gave him a rugged edge.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

Adhara, don't say that. "I have to say it, one thing I learned from the few superhero movies I know is that they have to act fairly. Parker, the Spider-Man character, didn't stop a mugger because that wasn't his problem and it was that man who minutes later, murdered his uncle for stealing a car from him or something.

In moments, he stood beside Jack in his formidable lupine form, ready to face the threat. Jack was staring at him in open-mouthed shock and the hand holding the blade twitched. For a split second, Matt thought Jack was going to turn it on him, but to his surprise, Jack turned back to the rogue, his jaw clenched tight. Matt lowered his head and growled a warning, his front paws digging into the ground. If the rogue so much as moved an inch, he would launch himself at it. Despite the rogue’s weird healing ability, Matt was still an alpha. He could overpower it easily.

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.