Misfits Powers Nathan Novels & Stories

She saw his death and marriage to her before they ever met each other. Astra has spent her entire life running from magic but when her visions begin to haunt her, embracing her roots seem like the smartest choice. Nathan is the golden boy in college; the captain of the lacrosse team, and the guy every girl wants to date, but has no idea that a beast is lying asleep in him. Astra accidentally unlocks the beast and life as Nathan knew suddenly changes. She realizes she has to embrace her magic and rise to her full potentials if she doesn't want to lose him. However, embracing her powers comes with more consequences than she has ever thought and the truth of Nathan's and Astra's fut

"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

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.

“You fucking idiot, Lukas. You think you’re some kind of hero? You’ll get bored of him in a few weeks, and he’ll come crawling back. You don’t understand—I need him. Do you know how many eligible gay men move in our circles? They all look about as fuckable as a cup of cold vomit.” Lukas grimaced, disgust curling through him. He couldn't believe he’d once slept with this guy, let alone cried over him. ”Perhaps you shouldn't have slipped and fallen on another man's dick, then.” Nathan’s breath hitched as he tried to wrench free. “I’ll be there,” he spat, “when you’re done with him. I’ll scoop him right back up.” Lukas kept dragging him down the hall, jaw tight. “How the fuck does this even wor

Calisto chipped in. “Yes, exactly; that is the spirit,” Rico exclaimed and teased to bring back the lively situation. He neither liked the event that was occurring now nor the bloodthirsty, revengeful look in Nathan’s cold, demeaning eyes. “This is my fight, guys. Whoever wanted me dead did not like my poor existence. And now they’d know why I am the most fearsome guy now." Nathan grinned heavily, a smirk stuck on his face. A smirk that did not show any good. This time around, it was full revenge! No one who was involved in this would walk away alive!

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.

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

Nathan had been a prodigy, crushing him with his intelligence and talent. Even after suffering a serious accident and staying in bed for a year, Nathan still ruled over their entire family through sheer dominance. He thought it was over as their father, Jonathan Dawis announced that he will disown Nathan and remove him from their family but then, as if nothing happened, Nathan walked back again. The Dawis group was in huge financial trouble and only the latest deal with the Smiths could help them out this time. Now that they need his help, they have to swallow the lump and let him enter the family again.