Misfits Powers Nathan Novels & Stories

“I made a lot of mistakes back then. But I won’t repeat them. This time, I’ll make sure everything’s settled.” Adrian laughed loudly, a manic sound echoing through the warehouse. “You think you’ve won?” he sneered, eyes burning with hate. “She doesn’t know, does she? Her ex-husband was OCPD with psychopathic traits. You’re just a crazy guy pretending to be calm!” Nathan’s cold smile vanished. He grabbed his metal gloves and rained down merciless punches and kicks on Adrian. Every blow made Adrian flinch, blood flowing freely, life nearly slipping away. But Nathan didn’t stop. He bent to pick up a metal rod.

Please ask them where Tim and my sons are. ‘Nicholas is going to let me drink from him, Dominique. I am going to push the energy into you. It will heal you faster. I hope it gives you enough strength to fight your way out. Or at least breaks your bonds.’ ‘Nathaniel, save your energy. I can feel you wearing down.’ ‘I’ll be fine. I will keep the energy I get from his Beta.’

"I'm Victoria. The Phoenix Mafia knows me as a human calculator and a human memory bank. Sadly, I didn't use my gifts for the right reasons. I served prison time for monetary fraud. Mr. Quinton heard of my gifts and was instrumental in my early release and being recruited by him." "I'm Nathan, a former soldier for the armed forces. Back in my time serving the country, I was a specialist in weapons and chemical warfare. I was discharged after going AWOL for a week. I guess Mr. Quinton wanted someone to take care of the arms dealings in the underground, so he recruited me.

The ominous man grinned. "Ever since I returned, you are also the first person that could accept a strike from me." Jason chuckled. He initially thought that there was nobody in this world that he could battle without restraining his power. He had never imagined that a candidate had somewhat appeared today. Of course, this was only because his strength had not recovered to his prime yet. "How arrogant." The Heaven's Gate's Vice-master let out a chuckle. Meanwhile, his pair of ominous eyes let out the rare hint of seriousness.

All she sees is that her father was killed. "I kept telling you this. You might want to ask your father for the truth." But Riella turned deaf ears to her. She did not want to believe that her father did anything. All she believes is that her father was never wrong. ***** Nathan came home dragging himself and walking like a zombie. His guards could not touch him, they all thought he was having one of those days. The days when his beast would come out and he becomes untameable. It takes quite a number of people to chain him which he usually breaks by the way. He has that much strength, but he can't do anything with it until his mate accepts him.

She sighed and then laid on the bed as a lone tear left her eyes. The tune of music continued to play making her curious of what was happening outside..... _______________ Nathan cheered as he drowned himself in alcohol. Tonight was the night of the celebration. He has perished his biggest enemy Aaron Maslow to nothingness. He was beyond happy. The dancers with a flimsy brazier and a thong continued to dance in the backyard with his men. He was himself enjoying. A hazel hair coloured girl caught his eye that was similar to Doctor Sophia and he called her to him by signalling.

I smiled to myself, knowing the power I still held over him. I made my way out of the room, and the moment I got down the stairs, the person I saw conversing with West in the sitting room shocked me down to my bones. "Nathan?" I called out in shock, my voice barely above a whisper. Nathan, the fairy who had helped train me and harness my powers when West was in a coma... what was he doing here? The surprise was like a jolt of electricity through my system. I hadn't expected to see him here, not now, not like this.

"I am guiding you. Better to become acquainted with the devil than resist it. It's stronger than you. It will poison you." "Perhaps death would be less grim." Nathan sighed, rubbing his forehead as though the constant push and pull between us was beginning to wear him down. I pulled myself up and turned toward the lake, letting its beauty distract me. Twisted vines wrapped around small rocks, forming natural patterns around the lake like a necklace around a throat. "It's a futile pursuit," Nathan uttered. "What?" I asked, focusing back on him. "Your old life. The one you're still chasing." He clarified. "The best way to understand who you are and unlock your powers is by facing what you fear

She’d thought about this or that she tried to hide a lot of glee. “Maybe not kill all of them. But it will definitely sicken them. Kill him would be handy, though. It would speed up a transition in power. We would lose some of his minions within the power struggle to fix the power vacuum left behind.” Nathan pondered between the two of them quietly. If anyone else heard this. It may get back to the wrong ears and then they’d not be safe anymore.

I felt it in my bones, in the air, in the pulse of the earth beneath me. And I saw something shift. Nathan wasn’t holding back anymore. His power – the one he’d tried so hard to temper, the one he'd try to describe to me, the one inherited as the last of his kind – was no longer restrained. His eyes gleamed gold. Not just glowing. Burning. The air around him shook with the force of it. Malachi’s grin faltered. “I warned you.” Nathan growled. “You don’t touch what’s mine.” He struck again. This time, Malachi flew. His body smashed through a tree, then another, until he crashed into the dirt on the far side of the clearing.