Oras Maxie Novels & Stories

Ezra is not afraid because the other's goal is himself, but he also secretly thanks God because protecting Selena is simple as long as he could know the other's purpose. "Okay" Two black wolves with similar black fur, the most pronounced difference are their eyes. A pair of cold blue eyes clashed with a couple of fiery yellow eyes. A ferocious growl, sharp teeth. Their breaths were hot, and their heroic aura could not be underestimated. Ezra flew towards his opponent extremely fast, his sharp claws like blades attacking head-on. The mystic was someone who had also practiced sternly for years, so avoiding him was easy. He quickly switched from a passive position to an active attack.

Gia laughed toppling on the ground. "Thor? It's more like Godzilla." Timothy sarcastically said, letting out a chuckle, and the rest burst out in laughter at the accurate comparison. "Hey! I like that Tim. Now let me try." Max said in determination as he folded his sleeves and walked to stand in the middle of the clearing while the others just shook their head. "Don't get yourself struck by lightning by mistake." Timothy warned, making Max snort. "I'm a dragon prince. Lighting won't do much harm to me." Max huffed and spread his arms wide apart.

I heard the door opening, and I rolled my eyes at how relentless Maria was being. “Can’t you give up already?” I said without turning. “If Scar really wants me dead, then he should f*cking kill me, instead of sending food to me everyday.” “Now, where’s the fun in that?” My heart dropped at the deep, gravelly voice. I turned and surely, it was Maximo. He looked scary, leaning against the doorframe with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his tattooed arms. My breath hitched as he marched towards the bed. I could see his face now, and he looked furious.

Their mouths fell open, eyes wide, as they struggled to process the improbable reality before them. “What!” the man exclaimed, his voice a mix of anger and disbelief as he stared at Maxwell. Maxwell’s resilience was no mere accident; as a beta wolf, his body was adept at rapid healing from any form of injury, especially from injuries that merely grazed or cut through less critical parts of his anatomy. The leader of the intruders had failed to land a fatal strike, the blow lacking the precision needed to sever any vital arteries or damage essential structures. Thus, Maxwell was not only alive but also quickly recovering, his wolfish vitality working to his advantage in this dire moment.

she questioned. I had made a friend during my time here, his name is not Matthew, but Maxwell. He's a good wolf, used to be a beta back in his old pack until his wolf became unstable that he came here. He's dealt with a lot, rejected by his mate and left with his pup and then had an outbreak, hence why his wolf is unstable. They both love their mate and pup, only having to speak with them every Saturday for an hour. His pup's name is Sophie and his mate's name was Naomi. They're both very beautiful ladies, Max is a lucky guy, but I'm luckier.

I tell her, and she chuckles, shaking her head as she leads me back to my room. “That is Maxwell. The triad’s assistant. He has to be the only person in this entire pack that everyone likes. He is straightforward, noble, and kind. A lot of ladies have a crush on him as well, but considering he is only present a very few times, it doesn’t give the ladies much of a chance with him. He’s almost like a ghost until the kings need him,” Sarah explains, and I keep mute. She helps me to my room and I block the door for her to enter, “Thank you for all you do but I think I really need some rest right now.”

Instead, he went back to running, leaving everyone astonished. That's because Damien's power is to endure pain. So it's no wonder why he was still alive when he was thrown into the sea and could instantly run after being hit by a car. He didn't feel any pain. That was another reason why Sam hid him. Aside from the fear of his psychopathic soul returning at any time, Sam was also worried that Damien would endanger himself because even if he got hurt, he wouldn't realize it because he couldn't feel pain. His ability, although extraordinary, was also very dangerous because he might not suffer from the pain but if he bled, he might die from blood loss. So that's why Sam is very strict with Damie

The Alphas at the tournament won’t hold back either. Maxim is the toughest opponent I have ever encountered, besides Alpha Menno. He has no significant weak points, no flaws. His technique, speed and strength are exceptional. Although Alphas are genetically superior to others by nature, Maxim is on another level among all the Alpha heirs I have ever seen. I didn’t get out much, and I haven’t seen other Alphas fight, but you can just tell by his aura. He trains hard for it though. He deserves all the credit he is getting.

"Do you want to see?" Liv sucked in a breath before a shy smile tugged at her own lips. She nodded. Brodi stood and whipped off his mossy green henley exposing his superhero-sized chest with a large howling wolf's head covering his right pec and shoulder. When his fingers undid the button of his jeans, Liv threw a hand over her eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why are you going all Magic Mike on me?" Brodi stopped and cocked his head inquiringly at her. "Who is this Magic Mike?"

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”