Matt Murdock Novels & Stories

That would make sense, because everyone seems remarkably calm about the attempted kidnapping last night, I'm pretty sure we should all be making a bigger deal out of that and now… now, the guy who I have literally been dreaming about my entire life, just walks into the house like he actually exists in real life. Sure he's referring to himself by a different name and sure it could be a massive coincidence, some kind of beautiful doppelganger but everything is the same as Coal. From his voice, his dominating aura, the way he walks, even the way his tongue darts out to touch the corner of his lips when he leans forward to talk to Gale and Darius. And now he's caught me staring at him again, lik

Moon urged. "What is going to happen with this?" Rex asked a little nervous. "Your Wolf represents all your anger, your need for blood and violence. Wrapping in a ll up in a nice little bow, containing it is your human. Do you know your wolf's name?" Mook asked. "He has a name? I've always addressed him as Rex, as I do myself. " Rex looked at Moon confused. "Yes, your wolf has a name. Kit is the human, Singularis is his wolf. I am Moon and my Wolf is Krynn." Moon revealed.

Morgott’s original name was revealed to be Havelock Darrow. Thea, James, and Herodias were utterly astonished. The Xyloria Tirta sneered, “He isn’t worthy of being called a hero. He is bloodthirsty and ruthless. His heart harbors excessive hatred and has no consideration for the lives. “He lacks morality and only thinks of himself. Even though the Supreme Path was at fault, he would still have been forced to go into hiding.”

How they entered without any member of the guard or pack knowing was a huge mystery to him. "What if one of the pack members had a hand in this?" he thought. He wouldn't raise or jump into conclusions yet, at least not until the doctor had come and given him the diagnosis. Never in his life had he felt more helpless towards anything or anyone in his entire life span. He was Damien, he had answers to anything and everything, he was feared and even reverenced in all places of life. He was supposed to be the greatest. But, here he was looking at his mate dying and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. He didn't want to cry or anything, but he just couldn't lose her, for fucks sake

We knew we were lucky to have him on our side. "That's incredible," I said, breaking the silence. Liam nodded, "Yeah, it is. Matt is one of the best hackers in the world. I'm glad he's on our side." I smiled, "Me too. He's a great addition to our team." Liam stood up, "Let's go make breakfast. I'm starving." I followed him into the kitchen, still thinking about what Matt had done. It was a reminder that we were in a dangerous world, but it was also a reminder that we had people we could count on.

The Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, the East’s most potent pack leader, was infamous for his ruthlessness and hatred of the impolite. According to legend, he murdered most of his servants, and his reign was marked by bloodshed. Nothing was too much for a man to do to ensure that those around him obeyed his every command. To him, it is preferable to slaughter the weak and bathe in their blood beneath the light of a harvest moon. His wolf was said to be a monster with red eyes that glowed in the dark, watching its victims before tearing them apart.

Cherie says, in a small voice and Uncle Kon quirks up an eyebrow. “You’re a timid little thing, but there’s Beta blood in you; I can tell,” he says. “Are you a warrior?” “She’s an MMA fighter and knocked me the fuck out when we met,” I say. Uncle Kon blinks at this, then he looks at me and back at Cherie before bursting out with laughter. Yeah, normal guys would be embarrassed for getting KO’d like I did at the hand of this little mouse. But not me; I’m proud as fuck that she held her own and knocked me out while Haze was in control.

He then turned his attention to me, concern etched on his face. "Are you alright?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. I nodded, a smile breaking through the intensity of the fight. "I'm fine. Let's keep going." Our eyes met a silent reassurance passing between them. We pressed forward, our movements becoming more fluid and confident. As the battle raged on, I caught glimpses of Matt's true power. His eyes glowed with an ethereal light, his muscles rippled with strength beyond the ordinary. His roars resonated through the warehouse, a testament to his alpha status.

While he was tending to his wound to stop the bleeding, my phone rang. "Mario, I have Matt, we are leaving it up to you, do you think you can manage?" I asked. "Of course-a boss, leave it up to a-me!" he said, Mario was a scottish man who had been a criminologist cleaning crew for as long as I had known him, which was well over ten years, he had a strong accent that sometimes reminded me of the character from that videogame where they had to save the princess. I think his name was partially what convinced me that he sounded like him.

Matthew was out on deployment, and I was left with no one, only my thoughts and my burning rage for revenge. Buddha was the first to give me a hug. The rest of the team knew I needed time to sort through my thoughts, but there was nothing like a Buddha hug. Buddha, also known as Patrick Parsons, was a walking contradiction. He looked like the Rock with his bald bronze head, packed muscles, and tattoos cascading up his arms and all over his chest. He looked like a beast, but in reality, he was a gentle giant. Although his personality was soft. His artillery skills were one of the sharpest in the world. His knowledge for weapons and ammunition were out of this world.