Maximus Black Novels & Stories

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Alpha Liam scoffs, 'I think you have a lot of explaining to do, Alpha Maximus,' he says. I felt Alpha Maximus’s back stiffen, 'Is there some kind of problem?' He replies. 'We have just had word that you murdered and wiped out half of the Blackwood pack after you kidnapped Alpha Tate's mate! Tell me this isn't true?' 'I think we should have this conversation inside,' Alpha Maximus suggests as he notices more annoyed-looking pack members coming out and forming a crowd. 'No! You will hand the girl over so she can be returned to Alpha Tate, and you will leave and be exiled from entering our territory again.’

She fidgeted in her seat, her eyes darting anxiously to the entrance each time someone walked in, her heart leaping with false hope again and again. Until finally—A man in a tailored business suit entered. “I’m sorry for the delay,” he said, approaching the officers. “The boss is currently in a meeting. I was sent as his representative.” Belle looked up. Her heart sank. It wasn’t him. “This is the CEO’s black card,” the manager explained eagerly, showing it to the man. “We recognize it anywhere. Only a few people in the country own one. Yet today, it was used by… her.” His tone carried thinly veiled disdain.

Tonight was meant to be a celebration of the Bloodmoon Accord, a final round of talks before the eclipse . Maxim stood at the head dais, a figure carved from shadow and command. The black of his suit was threaded with a subtle silver sheen, but no amount of tailoring could soften the Beast inside him. It prowled beneath his skin, scenting tension like the first hint of blood.

I also bowed without telling anything. Maximus gave us an approving nod while Christopher greeted us warmly. It was weird as I haven't met him before. Why was he so kind to me? Probably he knows Marissa. I made a mental note to ask her about it later. With my peripheral vision, I caught Maximus looking at me intently. He looked stiff and tired. He turned his gaze towards me and I immediately turned my head away, avoiding any eye contact with him, pretending that I was busy with my cell phone. They stood in front of the door talking about something while we were still waiting for Alex to arrive. Finally he did the most beautiful car I've ever seen. A black Mercedes-AMG GT R 2020 with tinted w

“Interesting.” Amina blinked at Max, her mouth hanging open. “Wait, you’re Max Black?” she squeaked, eyes darting between us. “The billionaire Max Black?” she repeated herself. “The same,” Max replied coolly, his attention returning fully to me. He brushed a lock of hair behind my ear, and my skin tingled at the contact. “Baby,” he murmured again, and I couldn’t tell if it was for my benefit or theirs, “let’s not waste another second. We have to go, I have a meeting I need to be present in right now.”

It was also backless, which was surprising because Maxim was all about covering up when it came to my body. However, I didn’t question it. He was also dressed in black; a black button-up and black pants. He had a black belt around the pants and the top buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked good and if it wasn’t for the fact that I was eager to see Paris, I would have suggested staying in bed. I had been deprived of an orgasm early this morning. It wasn’t my fault I was hornier than usual. “You ready?”

"The Boss is waiting for you inside." I took a deep breath and pushed open the door. A tall figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. An Italian bespoke suit, hair slicked back perfectly. He turned. And the world stopped. Maximus. He was thinner, the handsome lines of his face carved into something sharper, harder. But it was his eyes... they were the eyes of a hunter who has finally cornered his prey. A sick, obsessive hunger that made my skin crawl. He didn't move. He just stared, his composure cracking like thin ice.

“Well at least you got to say goodbye to her, you won’t get the chance to say goodbye to your daughter. How does if feel to know her life will also end at my hands and before she even gains her wolf Hahahaha” As he shifted into his wolf I stayed in my human form. Maximus was a big wolf bigger then any other alpha wolf being as he was the king. His fur was a deep black resembling the midnight sky. His eyes a bright shade of red starring right at me. “SHIFT and fight me you coward?” Roared Maximus and all I could do was laugh.

The images of the defeathered chickens, amulets and black pot flooded his mind as he tried to push them away. Peter's thoughts swirled as he emerged from the image of the black pot in his mind. The black pot was strange and alarming. Whether or not, the black pot contained a human eye or a part of an animal, he could not explain the excitement that was growing within him to explore the contents of the black pot. He felt that the black pot was a central paradigm that beared the stronghold of the belief system of Umuoku. He remembered when Ada had told him about black pots that were placed in the centre of shrines. She had explained how the chief priests of some villages stored their powers an