Matt Zuko Prime Novels & Stories

"I'm not really they're uncle." I watch as shoulders suddenly drop. One of the oldest twins steps forward and gives me a short salute and an eye roll towards Ashrac. "We like to call him uncle because it bugs him. Name's Drayce of the Purple Dragon Clan. We're twelve. This is my brother Ejder of the Purple Dragon Clan." They are both tall and lean with a lot of growing to do, but you can see they'll be the size of Ashrac before long. Both girls dutifully step forward next. They begin at the same time, stop, and then the one on the right speaks. "I'm Zara of the Purple Dragon Clan and this is-"

Getting up he opens his arms for a hug but he stares directly behind me his face stone cold and he pauses "Zuri, get behind me " Matt states with no emotion in his tone. Doing as he says I walk to stand behind him "Really Zuri, you are seriously going to pick this man over me "Amir barks out "Why shouldn't she, I will make her happy " Matt growls out

Henrik snarled, putting as much power in the command as a spare Alpha heir could. Ashley’s mate whimpered, I think more because Henrik was holding him up by the scruff before obeying. Color me NOT surprised. The wolf transformed into that fuckwad Primo. What was he still doing in our territory? He was supposed to be sent the fuck home. Zoe even called her Luna to make it happen. “Primo?” Zoe blinked. “What the fuck are you still doing here? Why didn’t my cousin get your sorry ass on a plane home days ago? I need my phone. I’m calling my cousins.” Zoe shook her head.

he climbs into the drivers seat and pulls away, a long line of cars following us “Alpha, my name is Matthew, I am the first Hybrid” “What do you mean the first?” “The first Hybrid that was born” “How old are you?” He keeps his eyes on the road smiling “Two hundred, next month” “Two hundred? But you’re a Hybrid” He laughs “Bonus of having vampire blood. We get to a certain point and do not age” “How many of you are there?” “Many and Charlie is not the only one with magic” “Anna told you that Zach had magic” “Yes but that is not what I am talking about”

The growling and snarling of Zeke can be heard clearly among the crowd as he demands submission from Toby and his wolf. What seems like an eternity later, Toby turns his neck in submission as his hand taps the ground in defeat. As soon as Toby relented, Zeke was off of him and shifting back to Matt as he helps his father up. He has a look of pride on his face as he grabs him into a hug. Another warrior steps forward with a bag of clothes in his hands.

“We’re not fighting hundreds of individuals. We’re fighting one consciousness expressing itself through multiple forms.” “Then killing fragments is useless,” Zeus understood immediately. “They’ll just keep manifesting new ones.” “Unless we strike at the source.” The artifact pulsed agreement, showing me what I needed to find. “There has to be a Prime Voidborn. An anchor that allows the others to exist here. If we can destroy that…” An explosion of power interrupted me. Zeus’s grandmother appeared through a portal of her own, her ancient magic creating a temporary safe zone around us. “You’ve realized the truth,” she said, not bothering with pleasantries. “The fragments are meaningless. The P

I said after a minute. He didn’t look back. “I didn’t say I was.” “Most people would be.” “Most people don’t manage containment protocols for unstable elemental signatures.” “Wow,” I muttered. “You really know how to charm a girl.” I murmured aloud sarcastically He stopped walking so abruptly I nearly walked straight into his back. When he turned, his expression was still perfectly controlled, but something in his gaze sharpened. “You are a Prime,” he said. “Your power profile includes atmospheric manipulation, tectonic disturbance, hydromantic displacement, and fire resonance.”

This was the seat of power for one of the strongest packs in the region. This was the home of Marcus's killer. Sera checked her reflection in the rearview mirror one final time. The woman staring back was almost unrecognizable from who she'd been six months ago. Her naturally blonde hair was now a rich chestnut brown, falling in soft waves past her shoulders. She'd learned to school her amber eyes into something gentler, more vulnerable. Her makeup was minimal but carefully applied-just enough to enhance her features without looking like she was trying.