Max Steel Molly Mcgrath Novels & Stories

Maeron burst into the chamber like a shadow breaking through light, the deep swirl of his robe trailing behind him as the chaotic energy still lingered in the air like a storm’s aftermath. His sharp eyes scanned the ruined space—runes scorched into silence, ritual markings smeared with streaks of blood and magic. The scent of burning herbs hung thick, mixed with the iron tinge of silver and sweat. At the center of it all, a sight he never anticipated: Solmyra, collapsed against the stone, her body twitching, her youthful face now gone, the skin sunken and brittle, her hands clawing at the floor like a desperate creature.

My solo interval cardio training is about to start when I feel someone watching me. My brows narrow as I stop midway through setting up the drills and look around. Indeed, I see a woman at the doorway approaching me. She’s tall with lean muscles and a confident stride. She’s wearing training shorts and a cropped top, showcasing a few of her battle scars that prove her belonging and strength. I have heard whispers about her. She’s Maddox. According to hearsay, she’s the strongest female warrior in this pack. Like me, she’s a divorcée and a survivor of scrutiny.

I said as Stefano scrambled onto Max’s back as he spun, “Although at least if we have to go to the ER, I might get to see Milly. I haven’t seen her in weeks.” Now twenty-seven, Milly had fine-tuned her powers and was the best Doctor we had. She could heal any wound without breaking a sweat. We’d hardly lost any soldiers to injuries in years. “She is continually working,” Max said, “The woman never rests.” “Well, tell her the Luna has ordered her to take a day off soon and meet me for a coffee. I miss her.” “Will do,” he said as Madeleine joined the ‘climb Maxy’ game.

When I want something I get it no matter how long or hard I have to fight for it. The door to the house loudly shuts forcing my attention away from the fridge and of course, it's Molly. It's clear she's only now getting back from her run, she's got on body-hugging leggings with a sports top and loose vest over the top. her hair is in two French braids and she's got a thick slick layer of sweat covering her body and it's a sight that goes straight to places that it shouldn't. Fuck is she trying to kill me?

Maxwell acted as if he didn't see it, dragging me out like a dead dog. "Natalie, you're never going to stop, are you? You've put on this whole show, but in the end, nothing actually happened to you. If you think clinging on to this act is going to get you out of what you did to Karina, you're too naive!" Maxwell scoffed at me. Just then, Molly rushed back after finally securing a bed in the ICU for me. Seeing the scene before her, she looked like she wanted to kill someone. "Maxwell! Are you trying to kill your own wife over some homewrecker? She's bleeding again. Are you blind?"

She watches the convoy pull out: two trucks, four people, Pete riding point, clearly having found exactly one useful thread from his previous life and is now pulling on it with both hands. Then she goes to find Molly. Unsurprisingly, Molly is already on the flatbed. The rest of the base is still finishing breakfast, arguing over oats, and committing minor crimes against spoon allocation. Molly is running pre-lift checks on the crane with focused calm. She is fifty-three, compact, weathered, and wearing a canvas hat that looks like it has outlived three governments and one bad marriage. No greeting. Maya respects this immediately. Carol stands at the base of the flatbed, watching. Not supervi

I took a deep breath and inserted myself into Dmitry and Vasily’s conversation, ignoring the loving words Sasha was cooing to Avery. Sasha was incredibly skilled at hockey, he ended up being the MVP of the game earning his team 3 points and defeating the home team 4-2. We joined him and his team for the after game celebration at a club in town where I got into a drinking competition with Vasily. I took a shot every time I spotted Avery and Sasha touching and by the end of the night, I was completely shit faced. My legs ceased to work properly when we made our way back to the hotel so Sasha and Dmitry half carried me back and dumped me on my bed, fully dressed.

Braston muttered fearfully. "What are you talking about?" Molly asked, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Braston almost fell backward when he heard her voice. "I’ve killed almost an entire gang by myself, if you want to know," he said seriously. "And have you killed a woman with cramps?" Molly asked indifferently. "What do you mean?" Braston asked, confused. "If you keep acting like this... this weird way, I’d rather die," Molly threw herself on the bed, writhing in pain.

she yelled before striding away, leaving Alpha Mraz standing in his spot, bewildered by her declaration. "Did I make you ruthless enough?" he murmured to himself. "If so, then that's good. It will make you stronger to protect yourself, my mate. I'm waiting for your unfathomable growth."

That made me chuckle again and get a confused look from my brothers, I only shook my head letting them know I will tell them later. She ran towards him making him shift at once and try to block her attack but it was no use. She was too fast and too strong for him to be able to fight back. It was over in minutes his blood dripped down her mouth and she was covered in it over her head, shoulders and front paws. His mate was screaming from feeling him dying, Kenny shifted back and stomped over to her slapping her hard bringing her screaming to a complete stop. She was still fuming and her anger could be felt for miles I was sure, "You sat in that pack house pretending to be this packs Luna, tur