The Ultimate Man Novels & Stories

And then, finally, the seventh chair was filled. The figure who entered was taller than the others, broader, his presence filling the room like smoke. His mask is a thing of terrifying beauty—a skeletal face of bone-white porcelain, with empty eye sockets that seemed to follow every movement in the room. His cloak was pure black, so dark that it seemed to absorb the red light around it. He moved to the head of the table, his footsteps echoing in the silence, and sat down with the slow, deliberate grace of a man who knew he is the most dangerous person in any room Uriel. The members of Valhalla Club had no idea who he was. They called him the First Man, the founder of their order, the archite

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

There are rumors. Whispers around in secret. Murmurs in pitch darkness. Of the most powerful 'man' in Naturiah. The most fearsome creature. The fiercest predator Naturiah ever has. A man who is the 'impossible'. Rumors have it that his powers and strength not only surpass that of all 'men' but there's is nothing compared to his. He is their Alpha. Most species have an Alpha, but this 'man' is the Alpha of all Alphas. The ultimate Alpha.

“Tell me, Chaplain, how do you think the werewolves will achieve their goals? There are more of us than them?” “They have a weapon, a very special wolf called The Ultima, his bite can turn any human into a werewolf. Our seer called him the fire that consumes the world.” I can feel the blood drain from my face, and my insides hollow out. The Ultima. My son. “I take it you’ve heard about him?” “I’ve heard about the fire that consumes the world--” I sweep my arm over the village --“their seer told me about it.” “And you don't think that's a concern?”

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there

This can't happen. Wait. The man I love? "Aww, Leona dear. I wish I could help you now but the thing is; even I don't want you anymore! After all this, I can't take you back and now I have only one mission. I want to ruin your existence. You took me for granted and it's time to show you what stuff I'm actually made of. You running away was a huge mess on its own and even so, I wanted to take you back but what the hell did you do? You followed that man because of what? Dick. That was the only thing I never gave you but I'd do it now..."

But now, the more I grow accustomed to the bond and its wonderful addictiveness, the more reality settles in. Axel is the Ultima. He destroys human lives with no regard to what they want or how they feel. He lurks in the dark and then makes his move, changing lives in an instant, leaving scars that last a lifetime. I peek down at him as he has an animated conversation with Gregor, the larger of the two weremonkey acrobats. Axel, the monster, the dreaded and feared Ultima. As if he can feel my eyes on him, he looks up and his features soften.

“Sh*t. They actually have such a powerful person among them?” The man who was a second-grade ultimate god-level fighter immediately turned serious when he saw this, his expression darkened.

As I slowly lifted my gaze, I found myself face-to-face with the most impeccably sculpted chest and shoulders I'd ever seen. Raising my head a fraction higher, I met the gaze of the man who owned this breathtaking physique. His face was a symphony of masculine perfection: a strong jawline, sulky pretty mouth, and neatly trimmed black hair that framed his features with an air of sophistication. Ink-blue eyes that look like they hold galaxies within. Those mesmerizing ink eyes belonged to only one person at Toppings. Fuck. I just drenched Robins Tyla in wine.