Max Steel Bad Guy Novels & Stories

Something angrier. I turn, ready to track Max down, when I hear hushed murmurs from a group of racers standing nearby. “Yeah, they sent him back home,” one guy mutters, shaking his head. “What? Why?” another asks. “Big shot pulled some strings. Had him taken out completely.” “You serious? Who the hell has that kind of power?” The first guy shrugs. “Some ex-champion from Steel Riders. What was his name again? Carlo, I think?”

In his mind, the Master of the Order was unmatched in strength, which meant he would absolutely succeed in subduing the Fox family’s heir. Metal Mask glanced at him. He then suddenly coughed up blood and swayed unsteadily. Ace was shocked. He rushed to support him and helped him to his seat. “Sir, what happened? How were you injured?” he asked in disbelief. He had never seen Metal Mask this hurt before. No one in Honora was capable of wounding him. “I underestimated him,” Metal Mask said gravely. “The Fox family’s heir has surpassed the sovereign grade. He’s already a Martial Saint!”

he said, voice growing devious. "Don't you dare," Elena threatened. The goon was unphased by her words. He walked up to Max, completely unbothered. Then, in one fluid movement, he pistol-whipped Max. The pan, Max's only weapon, clattered uselessly to the ground as the mafia man repeatedly hit Max, over and over. "Leave him out of this," Elena yelled. The goon scoffed. He dragged Max by his collar, keeping his gun hand professionally steady. Elena could tell this was a mafia man who enjoyed violence and hurt people regularly.

What followed was a one-sided massacre as Alexander's sword mercilessly claimed lives. Despite their enhanced strength, the meteorite-powered superhumans were no match for Alexander's overwhelming power. In less than ten minutes, the battle was over. Maxine surveyed the corpses and the bloodstain scene before speaking, "Your Lordship, it seems we're on the right track." "Hmm." Alexander nodded, sending a picture of the portly man from earlier to Willy, expecting that Willy might know who the man was. Maxine's phone rang. After checking it, she approached Alexander to report, "Your Lordship, the test results on the mysterious attackers from Ol' Mare are in. The substance in their blood contai

I dragged in a breath, trying to control myself. “Stand up, Maxwell.” He slowly forced himself back up. I grabbed him roughly by the collar and shoved him against the wall. “How could you do that to a woman?” I asked through gritted teeth. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I slapped him hard across the face. A normal man would’ve lost teeth from that hit, but Maxwell wasn’t normal. He was dangerous, trained and ruthless mafia Lord. He wiped the blood from his mouth slowly before looking up at me with cold eyes.

Marco Delgado stood on an old rooftop, cigar smoke curling around him. The glowing tip lit the dark like a tiny, angry eye. “Pathetic little town,” he muttered. “So easy to bend. So easy to break.” A black government car pulled into the alley. Too clean to be one of his. Delgado smiled. Right on time. A man stepped out—coat perfect, shoes untouched by the rain. He walked like he didn’t fear anything. Samuel.

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

Sisi whispered. The moment they came down to the second floor, the guard was already dead. Blood was spraying out from her neck, staining the wall. It was a female Badblood. She has two horns on her head and a rough face. Her arms were huge and solid, the muscles that fill her body was too much and almost disgusting to look at. Daren and Lukas have weapons on their hands, a sword and a spear, while Viktor has a cute dagger with flower embroidery on the hilt.

“Are you, Percival? A bad person?” I sighed in defeat. “Fine. Don’t blame me or put me back in jail if I plan on stealing your collections or your gun, then run away.” He chuckled. “Yeah, I’m not worried about that. First of all, call me Keith. Second, I don’t have collections, and third, you can steal my gun, but I doubt if you even know how to carry this,” he says, pointing at his pistol still tucked in the holster of his belt. I shrugged. “I watched Wild Wild West movie.”

The man ask authoritically. Boss he didn't tell us till now who they are for which he was working. subordinate Max said tiredly. Max was 25 year old boy. He was working for the man since young age because at age 6 his parents was murdered by a gangster and he got saved by this man. Max has the tall height, eyes are black, hair is blond, white complexion of skin, look like a American model in every aspect, personally he was the carefree person but on work mode no one can be dangerous than him, people known him as hell guard.