Misfits Powers Nathan Novels & Stories

"Just because we're living in an apocalypse doesn't mean you've got the right to become some ruthless murderer!" The room instantly fell silent. Nathan continued. "Having a few special powers doesn't make you better than everyone else! It doesn't mean you get to treat other people's lives like they're worthless!" His chest rose and fell heavily as rage consumed him. Before anyone could react, Nathan charged toward Ivy. However....A figure suddenly stepped in front of him. Erick. Nathan nearly collided with his captain before stopping himself. "Move, Captain!" Nathan growled. "Let me teach this woman a lesson before she starts seeing the rest of us as disposable tools too!"

Because you know that when he smiles like this, he will do, or say something to insult me. Nathan was exactly what Fiat Locke Academy considered a casanova. He was tall, easily towering over my slouching frame, with dark, effortlessly wavy hair that always looked perfectly styled even after a grueling practice. He possessed the kind of broad, athletic build that only came from hours of high intensity training, which made sense considering he was one of the star players on the school’s hockey team. To everyone else, he was a charming golden boy. To me, he was a nightmare in a varsity jacket. “Because if you haven’t eaten yet,” Nathan continued, his voice dropping into that dangerously sweet t

"I promise beside you are Carter's woman and he looked like he was going to bury me earlier. I still have to work with him for another ten years, I don't want to get on his bad side by hitting on his woman." "And you didn't know that when you were giving me those dirty looks earlier," I said. I don't know where that courage came from. I couldn't blame it on the liquor since I have only taken one sip so far. He chuckled. "I didn't think you guys were anything serious. He did say he has a girlfriend but in our world..." "Nathaniel is not a part of your so-called world." I interrupted him. "Right. He hates the media and attention."

His office at the house came alive—men in tailored suits, assistants carrying files, screens lighting up with numbers that made my head spin. “They think I have become weak,” Nathan said one morning as he adjusted his cufflinks. “Because I was away, but one thing they do not know is that I have gone through a lot to get to this point and I won't sit and watch some greedy bastards, take all I have worked for my whole life, NEVERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!! One by one, I will ruin them and take their properties, they will never see me coming and that is a promise to myself."

And damn it, I can’t help the small smile that pulls at my mouth every time he does it. I’ve seen him at his worst. I remember the day he lost his mother. I was also young, the same age as him but five months older. He was seven years old, trying to stand too straight for a child his age, refusing to cry in front of the pack after we lost our Luna. Those were the darkest days Crescent Moon had ever seen. But Nathan endured it, He always does, Alpha blood runs in his veins, strength stitched into his bones. Even when he breaks, he does it quietly.

Everyone expected Citra to refuse again, and she almost did—until Nathan intervened. Nathan, at only five, had already begun mastering his empathic gifts under Bella's guidance. That day, however, he'd been overwhelmed by Citra’s fears. When he arrived for his lesson, he rushed straight to her, offering words of encouragement with a maturity far beyond his years. “Ms. Citra! Don’t be sad. Your mama was mean, but you're amazing! We all love you, especially me,” Nathan declared, hugging her tightly. Citra broke down, finally releasing the pain she’d hidden. Nathan looked into her eyes, his innocent expression filled with earnest determination. “You should definitely be our High Priestess. I'll

The warriors seemed to have retreated, as they walked back to Zane slowly. Zane looked up at me. "You've got the other side of the deal?" He asked. Without hesitation I pointed at Nathan, who was still disguised as an ordinary warrior and fighting gallantly against the now retreating warriors. "He's the one," I said, trying to maintain the firmness of my voice. "He's the werewolf who has the superpowers." " Is that so? " Zane asked softly, taking preying steps towards Nathan who had long stopped the fighting, panting.

"And don't lie. Your scent is exactly like his." Nathaniel Visconti, better known as Nathan, is a rogue werewolf, but he's not only that, he's also a half-blood of a black witch. He is the reason for all the suffering and frustration that her friends are going through. Nathan absorbs the bodies and powers of the werewolves he deems necessary to make himself stronger, hoping to become a true, formidable werewolf. He wanted the Sacred Moonstone for himself to strengthen his cause. At the sight of Maya, she felt horror creep up her spine and anger burn in her eyes.

I got the sense she doesn’t have many of those kinds of memories. She’s also hilarious. Dry and sharp, but playful. She gave as good as she got. By the end, she was already ganging up with Grey against the boys like she’d always belonged. I couldn’t picture a better fit for this family. Or for Nathan. Nathan, for his part, was quiet—which isn’t unusual. He’s always been more introverted than our other kids. I think it’s a combination of his past and his powers. His biological father was a lunatic. And surviving a civil war doesn’t exactly leave room for sunshine.

I still did not even know where my brother was, I couldn’t even hear his voice or catch his scent anymore. Nathan, who was talking to Domenico, both their voices blocked from me due to the beam that surrounded me, was furious as he tried to attack him only to get electrocuted. The bastard couldn’t even fight him like a man. His eyes met mine and he smirked before he looked between the two of us, removing the barrier that blocked his voice