Oras Maxie Novels & Stories

And Aurora insisted, “But this is an alliance, Maxie. We are going to the battlefield together one day. I can’t stand aside and do nothing when a real capable person like you gets bullied and dismissed, while scumbags like Baron and Owen take the wheel!” Maxie bit her lips and subsided into silence. Aurora stared at her and asked abruptly, “What happened to your arm?” Maxie was wearing long sleeves. But her sleeves rolled up when she tried to shut the door, revealing her upper arm. There were a few striking bruises on her skin. All seemed relatively new. Maxie panicked and quickly pulled off her sleeve to cover her skin. But it was too late.

Moreover, the Azurean Clan’s Leader took out countless of his treasures to help reform Maxine’s body into a Demonic Body. Maxine’s body was completely transformed, and she no longer had a mortal body but an unparalleled Demonic Body. The Azurean Clan’s Leader, also Marcello’s father, smiled upon seeing the Demonic Energy emitting from Maxine’s body. He said, “Fortunately, my treasures weren’t used in vain. Maxine has acquired a Demonic Body, and her strength will keep skyrocketing. Maxine retracted her energy and walked over to Caelum. She looked at him and called out respectfully, “Sir.”

Beside Waylon, Warren looked cautiously at a person in the distance and said, “Mr. Hayes, Mad Dog Max from West Oceania is also here. Chase and Waylon followed his gaze to see an elderly man standing about ten steps away in a martial arts uniform. The man’s temples were bulging. Even though he was alive, they could not feel his breath. “Master Shoal, is Mad Dog Max a martial artist too?” Waylon frowned. “Yes,” Warren replied with a serious look on his face. “Mad Dog Max is notorious in West Oceania. It’s rumored that he killed his wife and her entire family of 13 in his early years. He’s been on the run this whole time, so I never expected him to have the guts to show up here.”

Moxie "Maxi, this is Axel; he is my friend, though he is 2 years older than me." The man named Axel lifted his hand to shake mine. He is kind of cute, from his messy hair to his huge torso. He is tan as well, but what I like most about him is his pointed nose. I shook my head. First Ice, then here is Axel. Why do I think that men in this province are kind of hot? Damn, what the heck am I thinking?

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

he kept smelling around to then say. Beta Maximus has been re located from a small pack near texas, he had just lost his fated mate when he got here, and I have worked with him for a good while, he has no pups but trains all of his warriors as if they were his own, a great leader that’s for sure. Not to mention his not that bad looking, blue eyes with short just above the neck of light brown shaggy hair with a nice trimmed beard, and the man has a lot of freckles.

“He is a boss. But also… your grandpa. Mommy’s Papa.” Max turned sharply, eyes going wide. “THAT grandpa? The one who hugged me at that party?” I nearly choked. Oh, that party. The one where we first showed up with Max… and Ben. My father held out his hand, but Max ran past it and hugged his leg. “My name is Maxime… wait, Maximus Prime! I like robots, dinosaurs, and science! But I also love fried chicken, and I can say ‘thank you’ in three languages!”

Watchful eyes followed them long before anyone appeared. Finally, figures emerged from the fog, wolves in human form, dressed in simple leather and woven fabrics, weapons visible but lowered. One woman stepped forward. Silver-streaked hair. Calm, assessing eyes. “You are the Axis,” she said. Not a question. Isabella nodded. “I’m Mara,” the woman continued. “Speaker for Crescent Marsh.” Her gaze shifted briefly to Rex. “And you ignored our request.” Rex inclined his head slightly. “I stopped at the border.”

He took his time to dress his pants and looked ahead again. Max was seeing his human figure for the first time, and he couldn’t say he wasn’t impressed by Farkas’ presence. He was tall and muscular, his exposed arms and chest displayed all sorts of tattoos, drawings that Max couldn’t understand, and didn’t want to. His black hair and eyes looked as dark as the night, but it was his imposing figure that stuck out the most. Max was pretty muscular and had a very imposing figure as well, he wasn’t known as the Golden Alpha for nothing.

I glanced at him sideways, unable to wipe the grin off my face. "Dude," he muttered, "why did you help Max out?” Just hearing his name made me grin harder. "Why not?" John looked at me flatly. "Dude, he's Max Gray. He goes by the name Maxxie. He's obsessed with comics. He must be gay!”