Mordecai X Benson Novels & Stories

I said. The young man. It was a beautiful smile. It was like the smile my mother had before she crashed the ferry on the island. "That's me " he said. "Though now I am known as Director Benson. I took over the group that watches over the money in Manhattan three hours ago. This happened when Victoria Kings system finally stopped working."

If I do, I'm not better than her, and I'm no better than the rebels who have now been killed. Isaiah stays silently, focusing on his wounds. He seems eerily calm, suggesting this isn't the first time he has killed someone. I can't help but watch him, as Elise hops down from where she was sitting on the bench, the morning sunlight washed over his wounded body. I want to talk to him alone, to understand what he is thinking, but I doubt I'll be able to with Elise here. A knock on the door diverts all our attention, one of Isaiah's staff leaning in to speak to us. “Sir, your father is here.”

“Your reign of terror… ends now. You… are done.” Mordecai’s laugh, cold and devoid of humor, sliced through the tense air. “Brave words for a man on the brink of death,” he taunted, his gaze icy and piercing. “You think this is about victory?! It’s about sending a message, Caden! A message that no one, not even the gods, can oppose the great Mordecai!” Suddenly, with the swiftness of a lightning strike, an inexplicable force sweeps Mordecai across the terrain. His body careens through the air at a speed that defies the laws of nature, grating against the earth with a ferocity that rends flesh from bone.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of endless explosions erupted as the star cluster engulfed the handsome figure, shaking the entire starry sky. After the explosions ceased, the figure emerged once again and pressed toward Mordecai. “This can’t be!” Mordecai was utterly terrified. He unleashed countless palm strikes as he rapidly retreated, but they had no effect on the approaching figure. “James Caden, are you a Path or a demon?” He pointed at the relentless figure and shouted in panic, “This is my Xurraeus Chessboard. How can you...”

target, made myself the loudest, most visible thing in Mordecai's territory and trusted my team to use the gap I was creating. Mordecai thought I was a berserker wolf, and I was going to play it to the max. I’d counted thirty-eight guards in my initial sweep, and I’d already plowed through twelve of them. The numbers were workable. Then the northern tower's door opened, and Mordecai stepped out. I had seen him before, at the Council hearing months ago. He'd been a large man then. He was larger now, carrying the particular density of someone who had spent years cultivating power at the expense of everything else. He wore no weapon. He didn't shift. He simply looked at the wolf standing in th

⸻ The door opened again. Benson stepped in. Calm. Collected. Dangerous. He didn’t wait to be told to sit. He simply pulled the chair and sat down, folding his hands neatly on the table. That alone told me enough. This man doesn’t react. He calculates. I pressed the recorder. “Mr. Benson,” I began, “you are suspected of being involved in the death of Mr. Patrick, illegal possession of his property, and unauthorized transfer of company funds belonging to him and his brother.”

Beta Benson said to him. "Very well then. Deal with your offspring, I shall deal with her cohorts." Professor Derrick suddenly said. Beta Benson said no more as he did a low bow and turned around. He started away while Melissa followed him up and closely. She was trying her best to keep up the look of being scared but we both had knowledge in our hearts that nothing would happen to her.

“I probably didn’t make myself clear. I won’t blame you. The party’s over, the girls are going home, and I don’t want to see you at my stadium for a week. Understood?” Benson nodded, struggling to breathe. “What?” Mav demanded. Benson turned red. It was enough now. Mav needed to stop. Storm’s hand landed on my shoulder, stopping me from going further. “Yes, captain.” Mav dropped him. Benson broke into a fit of coughs. “Is that all I am to you?” Mav questioned. When Benson didn’t respond, Mav blasted tons of Alpha power, making Benson groan. The command to submit wasn’t aimed at me, but I felt it in my bones. Storm squeezed my shoulder to keep me steady.

"So, I guess we can come closer now?" "Not too close, he looks like he has a sinister plan for us," I whispered loud enough for him to hear. Mordecai chuckled and lazily turned his head to look at us. "Don't worry, I don't plan to kill my most useful minions, at least, not yet." He murmured. We chuckled and walked closer to him. I slid down the door, sitting opposite him. Aaron sat opposite too, just at the other wall of the door. "So, wanna tell us what's wrong? Why the hell did you trash your office?" Jaxon remained standing, hands ducked in his pockets.

“She must have a gift for acting.” “I know of a young Alpha girl who would be perfect,” Benson said. “She is an accomplished stage actress, but I’m sure she could be tempted to help us for the right price.” “How do you know her?” I asked. “Her father was a friend of mine in our youth,” Benson said. “We were both third sons who had to make our own way in life. He moved to the other side of the world, became a successful importer, and raised a family.”