Oras Maxie Novels & Stories

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh and said, “Christian? Guess what, you’re with us.” “Are you serious?” Christian asked, stepping over to join them. “As serious as a stake through the heart,” Aaron assured him. “Ward, this is Christian....” “Henry,” he supplied. “Christian Henry.” “Nice to meet you. Do you happen to know where we can find Morris?” “Yes, he’s that bowling-ball-shaped fellow standing over there,” Christian noted. “Perfect,” Ward acknowledged. “He’s also our Healer.” “Really?” Christian questioned. “Interesting.”

“You must not abuse the technique in the future unless absolutely necessary.” “I understand.” Tyr nodded. “Now that you’ve found two books in a row, your combat strength has greatly improved,” Maxime continued. “Your luck also played a role in your ability to eliminate three veteran Demigods in a row.” “If it wasn’t for the maze consuming too much of their power,” Tyr replied with a nod. “I wouldn’t be a match for them even if I had the Souleater Grimoire with me.” “Archie had narrowly escaped,” Maxime explained. “I’m concerned that once he recovers from his injuries, he’ll seek you out for revenge. Tyr, despite your current strength, you must not become complacent or arrogant. You must exer

He blinked up through blurry eyes, wiping at his tears, and then— His heart stopped. A monstrous figure loomed above him. "Grahhhhhhhh!" The creature was unlike anything he had ever seen. Towering, grotesque. Three times the size of a normal wolf. Its eyes burned a hellish red, gleaming with an unnatural hunger. Claws, long and curved, glinted under the weak moonlight. Saliva dripped from jagged teeth as it growled, a sound so deep it rattled through Logan’s bones.

Oba is behind him, in a charcoal overcoat without a single wrinkle, holding up a heavy paper bag like a trophy. “I’ve brought cognac,” Oba announces. “It’s eight in the morning.” “For medicinal purposes. I’m a healer now.” “You’re a crook.” “Sure. But I’m a crook with cognac. Who wants some?” I immediately raise my hand. So does Butcher and Saint. Ray and Kir look at us like disapproving parents. Max steps past Oba and wraps me in a hug that smells like woodsmoke and pine needles. I wonder if he’s been camping all this time.

He comes down smiling and to my side looking at the beautiful tree that in another year we rode together: — Madre Díos, we are very good at this, partner. - exclaims Carlos, hugging me, smelling my hair and then gives me a kiss. — Very good. —Exceptional. - Smiling reinforcement. —You know what would be exceptional? - asks Carlos, straightening my hair. —No, and if that’s what I’m thinking, I won’t do it for you.- I reply in a tone of malice. — But I know you like it. - claims Carlos, giving a kiss on the tip of my nose.

You are everything I ever dreamed of having; you were made for me,— he said, smiling at me. —Maximo,— I said, almost like a sigh in the air, but it sounded more like a moan, and that alone was enough for him not to hold back anymore. He looked down, and when he looked up again, I could see that his eyes were of a dark color; Sax was in control, his wolf couldn't hold back anymore. Maximo dropped the towel that covered half of his body, and I could see in front of me his impressive cock; it was so big and wide, I couldn't avoid wetting my lips when I saw it.

Then I met one of the caddies here, who invited me to join as a caddie too. At first I refused, but after finding out who the owner was, Maximilian Vale Keagan, someone I was looking for and needed, I actually hoped that I would be hired. Who doesn't know Max? He is one of the strongest Alphas, a tycoon who owns the world's largest motorcycle and car manufacturing business, as well as countless other businesses in Los Angeles. Max is highly respected and is the Alpha with the largest territory. Rumor said that anyone who opposes him, whether human or werewolf, will only end up in darkness. And anyone who begs him and obeys his wishes will be lifted to a brighter place. If they are lucky, the

She wondered if it's the job space May was talking about. Max, the Alpha of the NY Crestdom Pack and also a dangerous and fearful mafia in the city. He is a very tall man with broad shoulders fitted with muscles, his beard was perfectly shaved, he has radiant set of blue eyes, he has slanted medium lips made of matte brown color, he was dangerously handsome also known as the city's playboy.

Robin explained. "Oh please, save us the drama, gorgeous," Max Reed said as he came up to the stage. Max was a lanky, bling-bling kinda guy with a weird smile. He had several chains on his neck and a scorpion tattoo printed on his left arm. His red and black designer outfit showed off his wealth and he struck Robin as the stuck up type, living off his wealthy father's money.

Ozrain knocked out of his deep thought “It's a she” he swung open one of his arms, pointing towards the first jeep. Maximus paced together with Ozrain to the jeep in question as the window of the rear seat rolled down. Revealed the beautiful, sweet, fragile girl on the lap of an intimidating alpha, hugging his neck and head down. Maximus placed his elbows on the window frame “Hi there, pumpkin...I'm Maximus, your grandpapa's old friend. What's your name?” he asked, nothing even remotely connected between his tone and facial expression to the red wolf in front of them a few minutes ago.