Anthony Edward Stark Novels & Stories

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

Their safety. Safety was a myth. A game of trust that one liked playing, and yet, knew that they couldn’t afford losing. I learned that the moment my mother’s blood soaked the wooden floor of our childhood home. I learned that the moment I felt her powers surge through my veins like it was a pulse knowing where to go. I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kept walking. Xavier Blackthorn. He was everything Lorenzo hated and everything Annalise wanted. Which made him dangerous.

And I couldn’t help the low growl that escaped my chest before everything around me blurred completely. “You did a good job, Ariana” the man said, before one of his men killed Alpha Anthony whose body dropped to the ground. Ariana screamed, holding her chest as she watched her husband die. He looked at me and smiled “I do believe that you will understand now that I am not a man to be played with, Nathan. It is just sad that so many are paying the price because you were too stupid to realize that. But no worries, the kids will be unharmed, it is your wife who I need…”

“This is illogical, Anthony is used to killing, because he would have no control now. What is happening?" “He has Hulk syndrome,” he said. "Explain better." ask. “Better said…” I had no idea what it meant. “Intermittent explosive disorder.” “Anthony needs you, I’m afraid he’ll do something stupid, hurting everyone,” he concluded. “I had to come here, I’m afraid for my life too.” Part of me was displeased by his clear concern for him, but something bigger inside me screamed. “Help me get out of here,” she said, determined to go and see him.

But he doesn’t notice any of this. Because he is watching me. Arthur Stark - the future young heir of the Stark Company and one of the richest men in the world. At the age of just 28, he has what most people would never dream of. On top of it, he is strong, really smart and intimidating. This is wrapped in a muscled body and piercing eyes. Arthur Stark rarely smiles and when he does, the mood of the room changes entiely. Cold beauty and power. He is also my husband.

– I hear my father say to his PA. I don't have the slightest idea what's going on, but my dad hangs up the phone, sits down, and sighs. - I didn't want things to get this far, but when everyone started to forget about the attack 12 years ago, I was still worried. What are you talking about, Dad? What plan is this? I ask, thinking I won't like the answer. - I have a private army of humans who know about our existence and other creatures. I just activated this army.

I watched as James dug through the drawers and picked out a pair of his favorite superhero socks. “Really? Ant-Man and the Hulk?” I asked him quizzically. “Well yeah Dad. They are both very smart and have their doctorates like you Daddy.” He said, and was oddly impressed that he chose two characters that were mostly known for their smarts, rather than their strength. While they were both very strong and capable, they also had prioritized their education.

On the other hand, Nathan was lost in thought as he stared at Anthony's back. In terms of temperament and appearance, Anthony really resembled Damian... Nathan felt like he was staring at his father! He was the replica of Damian and had perfectly inherited all of his father's qualities. Damian became the God of War in the military, yet Anthony became a notorious assassin because he came from Mavis's belly. Needless to say, it would've been great if Anthony was born into the Clemon Family instead! After Anthony left, Nathan's heart sank when he thought about the information Anthony had left behind. If it's really like what he said, we can't fight this with our own power, we will need some hel

“What’s wrong?” “What’s wrong?” He let out a humorless laugh. “You actually thought that meant something?” Air left my lungs for a second that instant.“I… what?” “Let me make this clear, omega.” The way he said it —omega— like filth. “You were a test. Nothing more. “A test?” My voice broke. Someone please don't wake me up! “I felt something pulling at me. I thought maybe…” He shook his head. “But there’s nothing there. You’re nothing.”