Pietro Maximoff Quicksilver Novels & Stories

Chapter 13 The Detectives Scarlett’s POV I attempt to mind link my Beta to ask him if we have an ETA as to when the human cops are expected to arrive, but very quickly find that he’s blocking me from interrupting something that I don’t want to be a part of. I just smile and shake my head just as one of my patrols mind links me to let me know that an unmarked police car has turned onto the road between the Crimson Snow Pack and the Midnight River Pack.

I clarified. "Well your majesty alpha, we could take down their defences with a threat. We should have something threatening." one of the Warriors suggested. "And what do you think we can threaten them with?" I asked curiously. "Well, Alpha Troy is a man with a very young sister, about 5 years old and would do anything for her. So just use Edriana to transport you directly to his office, that way No one will suspect or realize you're there. And once in his office, order him hand over his pack or you will hurt her, and when he agrees and orders his patrols down, we march in and take over, bringing them to our pack lands as our new members under your rule." Daxton said. I'm surprised he actual

The word is a growl, and an even deeper growl as he continues, “I am Maximoff, not Highrise. And I didn't stop you from figuring me out yourself, Sophia. I said not to snoop around my house while you do it. You might find something you don’t want to, and I will have to bear what comes after.” I respond in a slightly deadpan tone. “Are you in league with Raiders? Slavers? Do you run a drug cartel?” My questions seem to turn a crank up in Mr Maximoff’s mind and almost immediately he darts back out the way he came.

I hissed back, watching the man’s pitch-black eyes narrow angrily at me. “Is that a threat? Michael Gotham?” Wolverine Silver whispered so quietly that I almost wasn't sure he had spoken. Icy shards of glass slithered down my back to freeze over at the base of my spine. Of all the wolves at the table, it was Wolverine Silver I was most worried about. He had gotten his name because he was somehow immune to silver. Wolverine was a shredded beast on the battle field who could withstand silver attacks even better than us Alphas. We needed him on our side.

"I'm lost, I'm sorry. There is no way we can keep this from him if Dr. Octopus tells him about it. He is the alpha. Nothing can get past him." "And if you don't explain how you got hurt, Dr. Octopus won't let you go home. He is aware that silver was used to pierce your skin, but he is unsure of the perpetrator." Immediately, Anton raised his head and turned to face Adolpha. "We could say hunters. From the beginning, Simon has wanted to get rid of them. If we tell him Scarlett's Wolf did it, he won't believe us. How do we explain her ability to hold silver if she is a werewolf and werewolves are not immune to silver?"

the male sounded desperate. "Tell me what this is about, and I will find a way to help you," I said to the male. "Why don't you start with your name." "I am sorry, Alpha, but I can't tell you my name. But I want to say that in the Silver Pack, next to Chișinău, the Alpha there, Alpha Max, has a slave. This slave, a male, has been tortured for many years, but I am afraid that he will be killed unless someone helps him. So, please, Alpha Țepeș, save him," the man begged me.

His black hair cascaded down his shoulders, his eyes were icy and calculated, and there was a cruel smirk playing at his lips as he looked at the pair. “Ah, the lovebirds reunited,” he said, his voice smooth and mocking. “Touching.” Neither Serena nor Alexandro replied. Maeron approached Alexandro and studied him. “You’re stronger than I expected,” he said thoughtfully. “Even under silver. Remarkable.” “Let me out, and I’ll show you what remarkable really means,” Alexandro growled. Maeron chuckled. “I’m sure you would. But you’re too valuable to waste in a direct fight.”

He signal every workers who had saw him to greet, he signaled them all to continue their jobs. " Ignore me, continue " He would say as he walk pass them. But to the staffs, it's impossible to ignore him. He is the Almighty Maximo Santino, the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss. The most feared man in Italy, a classic criminal who befriend both evil and virtuous at the same time. A man who could kill swiftly with his bare hands and also save with his bare hands. As he was walking about, he reached out in his breast pocket to retrieve one of his cigarettes in the pack. He look about for any signals that says no smoking but he find none so he lighted up his cigarettes and puff out the smokes slowly. T

My skin steamed in the open air, the light catching every hard cut of my abs, my chest, my arms. I didn't bother with a shirt. Let them fucking look. Let the see the scars on my chest and remember who owns this city. I headed down the marble staircase, water dripping from my hair, each step echoing through the mansion. Two of my men were waiting in the main hall…Ghost and Franco. They straightened the second they saw me, standing on either side like statues. In the far corner, hunched over a sleek black laptop, was Pietro—my tech specialist.