Fanfic Marvel Novels & Stories

“Hmm… is it… Is it…?” She finally ended, “….Marvel?” Xin Ran shrugged, running her smallish fingers through her straight hair and staring at the wall. Had Tang Ying Xue really liked Marvel even without meeting him? She greatly wondered what was on Ying Xue’s mind, even if she knew she would never be her. Because she liked Jing Yue, and not Marvel. Perhaps this was where she and Ying Xue differed.

Marvel Hayes has one rule: never let an alpha control him. As a Pure Omega and the CEO of Hayes Biotech, Marvel has spent his entire life fighting the society that treats omegas as nothing but breeders. He wants nothing to do with child birth so he created a secret serum, designed to permanently destroy his regenerative womb, the key to his freedom and he is close to success when three alphas enter his life.  Crown Prince Alaric wants an heir and will stop at nothing to claim Marvel as his bride. Kai Harrington, the billionaire tycoon and Marvel's biotech rival, wants control and will destroy everything Marvel has built to get it. And Dmitri Moretti, the gentle stranger Marve

If that’s the case than I’m stuck in a dream state. His touch feels so real. I was being a child, hoping that the longer I keep my eyes closed the higher chance of the possibility of it being nothing more than just a dream. “Maria” he called the touch of his fingertips to my skin as he brushed them gently across my brow and along my check. “Fuck, shit! mom?” Marcus’s panic snapped me forward and I flicked my eyes open to come face to face with those stormy grey eyes I’ve been hiding from for eighteen years.

Mariam scolded him, causing Chanda to laugh. "I always knew that Hugo was worthless.” Fang said. “But him being a member of the Klana Clan is just wild.” “I know right.” Mariam agreed with him. “I wonder how the Lycan must be feeling.” “Why?” Fang asked her. “First it was his beta and now his second most decorated Gamma.” Mariam sighed. “The people he was supposed to trust are just out to get him.” “That is what happens when you are an evil ruler.” Fang shrugged.

"Intimacy? Hell no we are just friends and nothing more, we didn't hug not even for once. Just that I'm a little excited to meet with her, she left without a note or anything but I knew nothing bad happened to her, she was just that type of lady. At some point I felt she was my mate, I really did like her back then" marvel explained with his eyes stuck in kw but his mind miles away. "And now?" I ask him. Wanting to know if he still had that type of affection for her. "I'm sorry but that has nothing to do with me, it was just a thing, the thing of a moment and it's all gone into dust along with her…I just think it would be nice to meet with her once more" Marcel confessed.

When I got hold of him, the little twerp would smell my armpits. "Boys get in here!" I heard my father exclaim, "Ah nuts." Marvel was groaning in pain from the tumble he had taken; it was unfortunate because Marvel was a hefty guy and I was as thin as a french fry. As I get up, I notice Maddox and Marc running inside the Gold Pack; they were already dead when I found them. Helping Marvel, his hair performed what it has always done since he was ten: it changed color from blonde to silver.

Might be part flamethrower now. Marcy: WHAT THE HELL. Are you texting me from a hospital? Me: Wolf estate. Long story. He caught me. Marcy: Who? Me: The Alpha. Link. Marcy: You say that like I know more than one Alpha. ARE YOU OKAY? Me: He hasn’t left my side. He looks like he fought a war. Marcy: Sounds hot. Me: It is. Marcy: Girl... you’re falling. Me: Already fallen. Just trying not to crash.

Marvelon's story has come to an end. I had so much fun with this story. It has blossomed so much since it started. The first draft was way less complicated than this final piece. The original version was a love story about Aqualia and Marvelon. However, as I wrote, the panster in me came alive. New characters joined the story and the old characters played new parts. Their lives were molded differently. Gosh, most of them probably hate me for all the tribulations I have put them through.

If this doesn’t get me checked into a mental facility, nothing will. And I just happen to be the one he came to with that insane proposal. What do I do? I flip to the subsequent entry, but my eyes hurt from using a flashlight to read, so I close the book and try to get some sleep. It’s going to be a long night. Thoughts of him permeate my mind. Being his fiancée. Affluent people are complicated as fuck, but I would finally get out of this tiny shoe box. If I pass it up, I can’t trust the asshole to not find an excuse and fire me. Lord knows he has wanted to do it since he laid his eyes on me.