Dimensions Marvel Novels & Stories

When Noah tried to give a friendly touch to Nevaeh, she moved fast and reached in other side. Both Noah and Shyma looked to Mete in a shock. Shyma asked with confusion, "Lizzy,,is it your child Heaven? But why she is acting like non human. Haa, l can remember that 'AC' birth mark in her chest area. Isn't it still there? There will be, right ??" "l am Nevaeh, her DAUGHTER ROBOT", said the Nevaeh. "What?" , asked Shyma. "Huh! you are correct sis. She is looked like my Heaven, but she is Nevaeh. The other version of my daughter. ln one word wecan say that she is my daughter robot.

For a second time–and hopefully the last–Amara sees and knows what the world of the dead was like once more: It was nothing more but a cage meant to keep them enslaved like the strings of fate dictating them, to the will of useless beings who called themselves gods when they do absolutely nothing but take and take but you know, my dear, out of all the others… Roman settles back on his throne and finally allows himself to smile. …ah, Amara, you are truly the only one I could love. . . . “When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the

I ask, turning my attention back to Glendon. "You want to be a warrior?" Zach asks a look of shock on his face. "I want to be useful—and I think that I could be an asset," I say cautiously, thinking about how I created the gorge in the earth to keep the red-eyed wolves away. "An asset how exactly?" Please let this be the right move, I think as I turn to Glendon, ready to lay myself bare before the four other shifters in the room.

noticing. It's a magic trick, and the king is skilled at it. His eyes see me at the top of the stairs and lock on me. The crowd follows his gaze. Some look confused, others recognize me due to the Crown Diamond title dispute. A few focus on my dress. Envying how adorned I am, wishing I were in my shoes. _____________ This morning we witnessed a miracle - resumes the king. - Ayla Marin, the main participant for the diamond crown came to us, begging us to forgive her, she informed us that she was forced to go along with the prince, he threatened her family, so this young woman had no choice but to obey the on his orders, however, as soon as she had the opportunity to escape the clutches of th

A warning light blinked as it passed, and the trio waited silently until it was gone. Only then did Abigail speak.“Every time I see one of those things, I wonder what it’d take to bring one down.” “One dream too many, maybe.” Tunde said, he looked up, past the quarry’s ridge.There it was again, the Citadel. White and gold, suspended like a god’s mirage behind the shimmer of protective fields. Its smooth towers glowed even through the smog. Somewhere in there, music played through perfect speakers, food was hot every night, and sickness… was curable.

Fuck, her name means delicate. Through the mirror, I watched Katrina race out of my hospital room and through the halls, shoving people out of her way if they weren’t smart enough to move fast enough. I blinked, as startled as Katrina when she reached the parking lot and found a massive crater with Crista in the center and a lot of blood. I had to cover my mouth as Katrina got closer, and I saw what used to be a man pummeled into the pavement. I always knew Crista was strong and unique because Emilia is a white wolf, but holy shit, this is a new level of power.

"This is a bit of a boring car for you Asher." "I know I miss my lamborghini already." I spend the next few hours in the car resting not actually asleep but just not talking or moving really. Damn this time difference is a killer. We reach this big huge mansion, Asher wasn't kidding when he said they had a main house, this place was huge. Standing outside at the bottom of a tall set of stairs was a tall woman with long red hair. We climb out of the car. "Hello Keira, my name is Blaze."

The elevator glided effortlessly upwards, its metallic walls echoing a dozen Aria Morgans—dozens of serene, poised, composed Aria Morgans. There was only one who really existed, and she was trying not to breathe. Vale Industries. That name by itself could buy and sell her entire life ten times over.

“Don’t get used to it.” For a moment, they stood in silence, the quietness between them comforting. Valeria looked down at the city below, her empire—once in ruins—slowly rising again. The newspapers had stopped mentioning Damien’s downfall, and the company’s stocks had stabilized. She had survived, and so had the people she loved. Yet, deep down, something inside her refused to rest. Ares noticed the look in her eyes. “What are you thinking about?” “Damien,” she admitted. “He’s locked away, but... I can’t shake the feeling that he still has something left to destroy.”

Earth had been transformed into an interstellar fortress armed to the teeth. On the top floor of Sterling Tower, Katherine secured a chest plate shimmering with dark gold and ice-blue light onto Jack’s torso. This was the "Valkyrie-Apex" combat armor. It was the flawless fusion of Earth’s highest tech, the Old Ones' divine runes, and the Remnant Fleet’s anti-entropy alloys, custom-tailored for the Planet's Alpha.