Max The Mighty Novels & Stories

She sighed and said, "But Max might not cooperate. Attorney York suggested that you find what Max cares about most and use it as leverage. Ms. Middleton, can you think of Max's weak spot?" I pondered deeply. Over the years, Max had never shown any vulnerabilities in front of me. However, I knew that his upbringing had a significant impact on him, given his personality. He had once revealed that his father died early, and growing up in the village, his family faced discrimination and bullying. These experiences made him fiercely independent and determined to succeed. His mother, Annie, had endured many hardships to support her four children, and despite her flaws, Max often indulged her. Whil

However, Chase managed to defeat them effortlessly. At the same time, Max snuck behind Chase and yelled, “Go to hell!” His palm hit Chase’s back heavily. Jaguar and the others were elated. In their opinion, Max was a powerful meridian-opening master. Even if they could not kill Chase with a sneak attack, they could at least injure him. Max’s grin grew even wider. His attack was called the Beggar's Cotton Palm. It looked soft, but in reality, it could crush a large tree.

They were punishing Maxwell Barlow, the only ray of sunshine in my life. Max tried to fight them off, he tried to save me but he was outnumbered. Charles could do nothing either. A seven-foot-tall man hit Max on his head when he started protesting Xander Benson's decision and Max had fallen to the floor. My sweet Max! It crushed my heart to see him in such a terrible situation. I cried and cried but the strong hands holding me back didn't let me go. They didn't even let me cradle his head in my lap and check his wound. I didn't even know if he was alive. I hoped to God that he was alive. I could not imagine a world without Maxwell Barlow. He was the only man who really cared about me, who ca

I reach out to shake his hands; he eyes it before finally taking it. “Scott Whitfield.” He replies. Scott Whitfield. I play his name over in my head, wondering if he’s in our business, but his name does not ring a bell. “So how do you know our lovely Max?” “Who is your Max? And why are you asking him how I know him? It’s none of your—” “We’re childhood friends,” Scott replies. Max frowns, annoyed that he told me, but the news makes me happy. He’s just a friend.

Max slightly turned his head at the employee and the employee cleared his throat before going out of the tent. The employee didn't go out completely. He stayed by the entrance and stared at the two people inside the tent. When Max raised his hand to tuck Seolurrie's hair behind her ear, the employee's eyes widen. He heard and he knew the rumours about Hunter Max. He was known as the one of the five most powerful hunters in Halemyir, their country. He was also known as the coldest hunter. For the coldest hunter caring for a girl is a big news to their whole country.

“No, Mia. I don’t need leverage. I need insurance.” “Against what?” “Against Angelo doing something stupid. Like believing he can save everyone.” Max stops in front of me. “My nephew has a hero complex. Thinks he can win every fight, save every life. It’s draining.” “So you’re going to kill me to prove he can’t?”

In his headset, Max laughed breathlessly like he wasn’t one hit away from getting wiped. “Fuck,” Jamie snapped, grinning despite himself. “Why would you do this alone?” “It looked much smaller from a distance,” Max said, voice bright with adrenaline. “You’re insane.” “I prefer… valiant.” Somehow they did it. The last hit landed, the monster collapsed in a dramatic shower of sparkles and loot. Jamie’s shoulders sagged. Max whooped. “HELL YEAH!” “Was it really worth it?” “Yes,” Max said immediately. “Look at this loot.”

Max was helpless. His feet and hands were now bound with a silver rope that he had no idea where he got from. He struggled, trying to break free, but his efforts were in vain because, despite his best efforts, he didn't have Mirielle's magic. So it was impossible to defeat anyone who possessed powers beyond reason.

"His past battles all prove one thing: his strength is extraordinary." I frowned. Wasn't that common knowledge? Lucy, noticing my confusion, became even more enthusiastic, "His strength is indescribable or unimaginable. Max always defeats his opponents with just one punch. It seems to be his style. It's really cool!" I realized I didn't know as much about Max as I thought. The praise for Max's strength made me even more worried. His seemingly divine strength made him look like a formidable enemy in my eyes. Cheers erupted, and I looked at the arena. Andrew flashed a challenging smile. New vines sprouted from his skin and rushed towards Max at an incredible speed.

"You won't get away with this, Sophie Stones. I will make you regret everything you did to me." "And I will make you regret what you did to me too!" She retorted once again. "You have also caused me so much trouble, and for that, you'll pay." I laughed, taking a few steps away from her and clapping sarcastically. "Have you forgotten why you're here?" I chuckled. "You're here to beg me for a job. You have nothing. How do you intend to make me pay?" I closed the gap between us and grabbed her hand. "Have you forgotten who I am? I am Prince Maxon Ironclaw, the prince of Nighfall Kingdom and the future pack leader of the Silverclaw pack. I am the only heir to the throne. Here, I am the owner and