Oras Maxie Novels & Stories

The man ask authoritically. Boss he didn't tell us till now who they are for which he was working. subordinate Max said tiredly. Max was 25 year old boy. He was working for the man since young age because at age 6 his parents was murdered by a gangster and he got saved by this man. Max has the tall height, eyes are black, hair is blond, white complexion of skin, look like a American model in every aspect, personally he was the carefree person but on work mode no one can be dangerous than him, people known him as hell guard.

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.

"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!”

To prevent anything from happening to Trevor, Max had asked Adrien to only provide Betas for Trevor's security, thinking that it might be too risky if they were Alphas and even more so if they were Omegas, but in hindsight, maybe he should have just used Alphas after all as they were the most loyal. It didn't take Maxime, Simon, and Maxwell long to reach Simon's base. All the way to the base, Maxwell and Maxime were nervous. Maxwell knew how cruel his husband could be when it came to his family, he was a strong Omega and had never let anyone tell him otherwise. He had made a name for himself in the country's army and was now a retired general.

The whole inside looks like a gothic forest. Maxim, Azazel’s bouncer, meets me at the door. Maxim is extremely intimidating with his six-foot-seven frame and bodybuilder’s muscles. His shiny bald head, sharp nose, small eyes, and large eyebrows make him look like he’s going to tear you apart. He has this really freaky tattoo of a skeleton tattooed on the back of his head. Come to think of it, most of the guy’s body is tattooed. Well, at least the parts I can see. “Hey Kell, what brings you by?” He pulls me into his chest and slaps me on the back.