Pietro Maximoff Avengers Novels & Stories

“Beat him hard. Let’s see what he is able to do!” And Stark doesn’t need a second thought and he transforms and attacks Francoise, who jumps over him and in the middle of his way back to the floor , he transforms and leaves Avi to take control. “I said that I don’t want to fight!” Avi, Francois wolf growled. “Holy shit!” everyone growled.” Avi is just as big as Stark!” and they become mute and just watch in horror what’s going on. Stark attacks again and bite Avi’s left paw dragging him on the floor, but with a lot of force Avi ‘s claws landed on Stark's back and are stuck in Max’s body.

she bowed her head and stole a glance at Pietro. He didn’t even looked at her. He opened his eyes, straighten his shirt , and stood up. He claps his hand once and at that, one by one, hybrids show themselves. I stepped back, Pietro held my back and whispered, “Remember what I told you?” It rewinds in my memory: When we got there, stay calm. They might take you as an opponent. Hybrids… half human, half immortal, it doesn’t matter who’s the human what matters most were who were the immortals.

"I am going to sue you... I will destroy your reputation..." I shook my head when Dom smirked. "No Dom! Please." I tried to stop him but saving Max is impossible now. "Max apologies now!" I looked him. "What?... Are you crazy?" He scoffed. "He attacked me... He should apologise." "Max he is Dominick Marino not Moretti" I finally declared so this idiot will stop provoking him. As soon as he heard his real name Max's face went pale. "Mafia prince?" He mumbled. Dom smirked.

Matteo Rizzo Matteo is the new leader of the Italian mafia in New York at the age of thirty. His parents were killed in a plane crash when he was only eighteen, making him the sole heir to the throne. Matteo had to take care of his younger sister with the help of his father’s best friend that soon became like a father to him. Matteo was trained since a young age in weapons and martial arts, and he has an endurance for fighting that is envied by a lot of people. Matteo is extremely successful, hard-working and he takes no shit from anyone. Most feared him, and whenever someone crosses his path, they don’t live to tell the tale. He leads the mafia with confidence and perseverance. Matteo is ob

My fingers itched to bury themselves in them, pull him closer to me, and feel that warmth again. “Where did you go…when you left?” I found myself asking. “To deal with Pietro.” I didn’t need to ask who Pietro was. I already knew it was the guard. “Did you…” I trailed off, unable to say the words. Maximo chuckled bitterly at that. “Did I kill him, you mean? No, I didn’t.” His statement shocked me. When I’d asked him not to kill Pietro, I knew I was demanding something impossible. Maximo severely punished those who crossed him. He never let them live. But the thought of him killing someone because of me was terrifying.

’ Tamara smirks. My mind spirals as the taunts continue all around me. I steel myself refusing to give them the satisfaction of one single tear. ‘She’s supposed to be the daughter of Alpha Maximus, a powerful Lycan and Alpha,’ A voice echoes. ‘Yet, he created a worthless freak! He mustn’t be as powerful as they say he is.’ Another says.

If things didn’t work out, Peter knew he and his family could always move away and start fresh. “Maximus, are you okay?” Peter asked, placing a hand on his brother’s shoulder again. Maximus turned to face him and noticed the little boy in Peter’s arms. He smiled and said, “Sorry, I didn’t realize—who’s this little guy?” Ethan stared intently at Maximus and replied, “My name is Ethan Pietrovich Palmer.” “Well, Peter! So this is your grandson…” Maximus said, unable to take his eyes off the boy. “Yes, this is my grandson,” Peter replied, lowering the child to the ground. “Ethan, greet him properly.”

The Don's face remained completely calm, even though hat calmness was somehow more frightening than anger but Mr Pietro was not giving into such intimidation. The room suddenly felt colder. temperature seemed to drop as Mr Giovanni eyes locked onto Mr. Pietro, within those eyes was something terrifying. Bloodlust, pure bloodlust at the defiance which was displayed by his advisor. This was the gaze of a man completely prepared for war, completely prepared for death and completely prepared for destruction. But then Mr Giovanni answered. “Ohh of course it is Pietro what else do you think?” Mr. Giovanni said without a care in the world as he looked at Mr. Pietro with eyes ready for blood.

Maksim ran a hand through his hair. Uncle Pietro took in a long breath and massaged the back of his neck. “Chirkov, you know we have an unfinished business with him, so how could you add this to it?” Maksim was saying. What on earth did Uncle do to make him this agitated? And with Vincenzo Cassano of all people. I knew how much that guy was dangerous. He is the only name that brings terror to the heart of the Russian boss, Maksim.

They know better than to show the Russians any form of respect. I lift my glass to my face as I watch the exchange. Pietro is foolish, arrogant, always looking for a fight, and there’s nothing he loves more than the D’amato reputation. He’s the perfect person to put the Russians in their place, remind them that they don’t belong here and they’ll never have a spot here as long as we live and breathe. From where I’m seated, I watch Ronan scoff, while his minions are bursting their veins and seething over my cousins.