Misfits Powers Nathan Novels & Stories

There was no fears on your face like when you faced me. "I never get involved in these things, you know that! " I turned my back and did not want to talk too much with him. Recently, I had no idea to gossip with him and said meaningless things. Nathan was a brilliant outstanding Doctor Vampire who liked to work on strange things in the lab. The last time he developed a drug that can control the mind of Vampires, but he was quickly rejected by his family and banned selling it to the people in the town. But he secrtely told it to me, and gave me some to save for future uses. But, in my power and ability, there was no need for the drugs. So I just put the drugs in my drawer the moment he gave m

He looked like he was disappointed in Nathan and wanted to kick him right then. “You’re protecting me?” Nathan was dazed. He could not quite understand. He was a three-star general of Lovellia and the leader of the Lupine Special Forces and the Western Forces. He did not need anyone’s protection. “Sir, don’t worry. They wouldn’t dare touch me.” Nathan beamed. He thought that Howard was worried that Myst would hurt him. “You idiot!” Howard was so angry that he shouted at him. Nathan became even more stunned. His teacher had never acted this way before.

Kate advised Yssy to just go for it and make the first move. But of course Nathan isn’t perfect. When the effect of his medication wears off, his family troubles haunt him and he turns into this dark, whiny person full of self-doubts, like Howl in the Ghibli anime dissolving into a puddle of depression. And then there are his outbursts like what happened this morning in ROTC.

Gwyn groaned exasperated, "Winston wanted you back. He was hurting so much after you left. He really wasn't himself. He wasn't okay after your death." "He seemed very damn well fine to me when we visited him for the first time since your brought me back to life," Nathan grumbled, annoyed and frustrated. "I hate this! I hate everything that has to do with this. I've tainted the legacy I left behind. Nobody even remembers what I did for the pack anymore. Nobody even cares! I used to be Nathan the sly. Nathan the evasive. Nathan the wraith... Nathan the fallen hero of the blood moon pack. And now... Now, I'm just... Nathan the cursed. The parasite. The leech. The blood sucking demon... By every

list because of his aggressive attitude and unquenchable ambition. From his location across from me, Pakstan gets the boot. He is more composed than Pharoah, while having a comparable build in terms of weight, perhaps as a result of his mastery of concealment. Although his black-framed spectacles give him an air of sharpness and intelligence, they cannot mask the intensity of his foxlike eyes. I chuckled to myself. He could no longer open his lips and concur with Nathan's assertion, because I had something in that jerk. “Do you have something for us, Young Lady?” Nathan asks in his serene, but very noticeable Russian accent. He’s also as old as my father but appears younger because he’s heal

Warrior Nathan, the person whom Kyra started to trust is working for the enemy. He is a Witch hybrid, with a wolf which is easily controlled by his witch side. To these Hybrids, their witch roots would be woken immediately after they turn 21. After that, the witch part of their lineage would control the wolf inside them. Despite passing on as wolf's, their witch roots are so dominant, that they will forever be loyal to the witches.

However, Thorian held on, his grasp unyielding and ruthless, as the power struggle in the room continued to unfold. Nathan let out a yelp of pain as the sickening sounds of broken bones emanated from his hand. Thorian offered him a sly smirk, his voice dripping with resolve, "Never make the mistake of hitting any woman again." With a swift, powerful movement, Thorian sent Nathan hurtling across the room, his back colliding forcefully with the wall, leaving the entire mob in stunned silence, their emotions and motivations now in disarray.

“Go get dressed.” Kelly blinked. “For what?” “We're going clubbing.” “Really?” Kelly looked at him from head to toe. “You look tired. You should go to sleep early. Why go clubbing?” Nathan scoffed. “I'm Nathan. I don't need a reason to go clubbing.” He walked past him and dropped onto his bed. “Besides, it's Friday night. Stop yapping and go get dressed.” Kelly sighed. “Yes, sir.” He left the room.

Marcus stares at the envelope for a long time before finally reaching out. *** Back in the penthouse master suite, the morning sun streams through the windows, illuminating the devastation of the bedroom. "Tell me, Nathan," the woman spits. "Is ruthlessly taking advantage of incapacitated people just a cherished Vane family tradition?" Nathan stands silently beside the massive bed, holding a small tube of medical ointment. "Let me check your wounds," he says, his voice deep and devoid of excuses. He doesn't bother defending himself against her accusations. Because she is right—he took advantage of her vulnerable state.

I was kinda curious about a vampire's death after all. "Okayyy, we already got the diagnosis and another prescription," Nathan said, closing the curtain again, making the beast inside me huffed. "And also, don't think about suicide, Nicholas. Your sister is still a 97-year-old vampire. You don't intend to leave her now, do you?" "No, of course not," I lied, although I knew Nathan could read my mind. It's his power after all, just like mine with 'erasing'. "He doesn't know yet that I can read minds too," I chuckled, remembering his imagination of naked girls. Despite his tough exterior, Nathan turned out to be quite perverted. Sometimes, he can even imagine naked girls and guys playing pinata