Matt Murdock Novels & Stories

Worry and fear were etched all over her face, and before I asked her what was wrong, I caught a shadow from the corner of my eyes. My eyes narrowed at a tall, mysterious-looking man standing by the door behind my dad, who at first I thought was Hunter. But when I looked closer, I realized it was not him, but the spitting image of Hunter Ysrael. No, the original image and father of Hunter Ysrael, Alpha Marcus of the Cruelcrest Hounds pack. He was wearing all black, from the bulky leather coat, black slacks, to black ankle boots. Anyone would mistake him as a nightcrawler if he keeps popping up in the shadows. But more importantly, what is he doing here?

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

*Simran Pov* I can’t believe Sheela stooped so low. I always have a doubt about her. Kind of bad vibes and I am sure that my brother would have felt that too. However, he just decided to not even think like that and trust our mom. I wish he didn’t do that, and I wish I should have stopped it at the beginning itself. Today looking after my brother, I just want to do something to take away this problem. When dad got betrayed like this by his friend and died, my brother changed his personality to the level that he became Mr.Stone.

He had a very dark expression on his face. He walked closer to me, examining my bruised face and swollen lips. No one had given me medicine and my wounds were still fresh. I forced down the lump when he quietly stepped towards me. He was not the same man I had slept with many nights. He was the boss of the mafia. He was a murderer. He was back to the same monster. His eyes were telling me everything. It was difficult to ignore the scorching hatred in his eyes toward me.

One of the attackers had followed him into the bush and that same person had seen Roman transform into a wolf. "Haha, I knew there was something fishy about you." The attacker said out loud, with a gun in hand ready to shoot at Roman. "I have heard stories about Werewolves and they turned out to be true. You would probably be ripped off of your identity as a Mafia Lord if you do not have the added strength of a werewolf." The attacker mocked, his words indirectly referring to how Roman was shot. Roman on the other hand already assumed a crouching stance, ready to launch at the attacker, growling at him.

“This place is an abandoned area. She must be here. Call the police Ronan, let's go inside Matt.“ Jared said rushing out of the car. He rushed inside the building with Matt running behind him. They looked around the whole building until they finally got to a place of laughter. Some men were standing around a room, they stopped there. “Hey! What are you doing here?“ One of the men who noticed them asked. Jared scoffed, his eyes red with anger. “Where is she? Where are you keeping my woman you bastards!“ “Is he calling us a bastard? You must be pretty confident seeing how you came alone with your dog.“ They said referring to Matt. Matt frowned, “I am not his dog. Mind your speech, you don't kn

She was glad though. Luca had these steel gray eyes, almost metallic and lethal, massively built, the tallest among all, with a caveman personality. He gave out those barbarian vibes. His hair was in a manly bun. His jaw was set, she had seen him twice or thrice, and every time his jaw was clenched, as if he was mad all the time. He noticed her staring, and she abruptly looked away, he was terrifying. His eyes screamed violence. As if looking at him a little longer, and he would pummel your face to nonsense.

Matt jumped off the cot. I couldn’t help but think that Matt reminded me of Jon. Even if he was a half-breed, there was still an air of innocence to him. Despite being in the situation he had been in and needing to deal with bad people to keep his sister safe, he didn’t seem to lose himself in the process.

Mj groaned thinking about the building Dante and Azreal, or rather Alpha Calix and Theron had torn apart and she felt a little pang of guilt for the fact that someone had to clean up after a mess she helped create. “If you need someone to show you I can take you there on the cart,” the blonde muscle head offered and Mj looked at him with a smile “thank you I would appreciate that very much...umm?” the man laughed “sorry, my name's Mathew but everyone calls me Matty,” he said and Mj giggled thinking he looked more like a Thor then a Matty. Lou cleared his throat a little “hurry up Mathew we got an entire pack to feed” and Mj shook her head as a look of panic crossed his face.

" I watch as Vincent take out a card and hands it out to Charlie, her hand is shaking as she reaches for the card, she clutches it in her hand. I nod at them and I turn with Charlie to walk to our car, I open the door and she slides in, I lean in and fasten her seatbelt, I look at her, "you okay?" I shut the door and look over my shoulder, Vincent DeLuca stares at my car, I inwardly curse knowing who he is now, he has a reputation, he's ruthless and shows no mercy or repentence, he's the Alpha of one of the largest packs in the country. I slide in the care and look at Charlie, as I rev the engine, if she is his granddaughter, this won't be last we see of him.