Oras Maxie Novels & Stories

Remember Max is the main antagonist I am sure you must know it already. Do follow me on I*******m it's mirah_selim. Till the next adios

I said. A wide smile appeared on his face and Alex didn't hesitate to grab the keys to my black Mustang. I gave him a thumbs up and led him to the garage where the cars are. Alex jogged to the car and opened the door for me. I thanked him before entering. He got in the driver's seat, the excitement obvious on his face.

The massive form contorted, bones snapping with grotesque cracks that reverberated through the still night. Rey staggered one cautious step back, her stomach twisting, but she couldn't tear her eyes away. She watched in horrified awe as fur receded, limbs lengthened, and the monstrous snout shortened into the sharp lines of a man's face. Orion. When at last he rose to his feet, chest heaving from the shift, her breath hitched violently. Dark hair clung damp to his forehead from the snowfall, his body towering and sinuous, every muscle cut like stone. And then—

Tyeron and Heckson reacted after Maximo hit them. "Shit! It hurts ah, you're ruining my handsome image," Mikael cried as he held his face and caressed his hair. Cyrex just couldn't hit Maximo anymore because it was quiet next, and he was crossing his arms. Knowing him does not engage in bullshit but— "I will give you half as promised, doc. You're so good," Mikael said. Maximo's mouth closed and opened, not knowing what to say. He couldn't believe what he had just learned, Cyrex would never make bullshit like this, but it seems he was wrong all along. When he glares at him, he just gives him a peace sign.

She forewarned with a lopsided smile that exuded only evil. My whole system was turning down. My gaze roamed around, and I felt my wolf dying in agony. My life was leaving me as excruciating pain took over my heart. The Blue Moon was the head of the Northern American Packs. We ruled the others. Dad and Mom had built the pack to become one of the greatest.

He is wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. “Great Mother, that is a fine male,” Maximo purrs excited. Max is not wrong. I have seen males while training but no one even came close to what Magnus offered. Every inch of his body was sculpted not to make him look good. To make him look lethal. And he is. When he turns I see on his back, a long thick scar. If that rumor is true, I am fairly certain that all the others will be too. “Don’t ogle him,” I chastise Max and I get up to get away from him.

She smiled instead and didn't say anything which made me quite confused. Suddenly, a man stood on the training ground and released his aura, which affected almost all. He was the first to come out for a challenge. "My name is Maximus. I'm a blood wolf and as you can see, I'm stronger and have more combat experience than new blood wolves. I'm already a very good and powerful warrior, which I'm sure many of you here are aware of." He introduced himself proudly as all eyes were on him.

Cruelty that far outweighed Hugo's. "Do you have something to say, Hugo?" Maxwell snapped menacingly; his aura was just as dark and dangerous as Hugos; sucking down a groan, knowing shit was about to kick off, which left me between a rock and a hard place. I needed Maxwell's resources, but Hugo was family...

“Our Delta’s been working us hard all spring in training. I’ll be seventeen in October.” Just then, Tobias re-enters the room with Max in tow. Max is now wearing a beautifully cut black designer suit. There’s a moment of silence. He looks like a fucking beast. “Damn,” Xander mutters. “I can’t believe he’s about to tear that one too.” Max grins like the cocky bastard he is. “Feels like it’s painted on.” And yeah, it looks it too. Daemon eyes me, Brant, Xander, and Max curiously. “Are you experimenting with some new wolf steroids, Tobias?” he jokes. “It’s not often we meet wolves who can rival us bears for size — aside from you and your father.”