Finn X Marceline Novels & Stories

Finn straightened his coat and scanned the crowd with practised efficiency. It didn’t take long to spot Marcello. The boy stood slightly apart from the others, small hands tucked into the pockets of his jacket, baseball cap pulled low over his brow. He wasn’t fidgeting or calling out like the rest—just watching. Observing. Those dark eyes missed very little. When he saw Finn, recognition flickered across his face, followed almost immediately by a guarded expression. Finn approached with a polite nod. “Mr. Vega.” Marcello blinked. “You’re late,” he said, tone mild but faintly reproachful.

FINNIAN Felda’s eyes shot open again, wild and burning with something dark. The air around her grew thick with her power. When I touched her, her skin... It burned, hot like fire but Marlin could handle it. He always could. She dug her claws into Marlin’s chest. “Who are you?!” she screamed.

When Finn did something kind for her… “Or perhaps”—Finn leaned down, his lips brushing her now-exposed ear, sending goosebumps shivering down her spine—“something else will break you of this Vergel.” Not understanding what Finn meant, Pearl was completely unprepared when he lifted an arm over her shoulder, his palm inches from Vergel’s chest. The two of them exchanged a look, and she almost missed the nearly imperceptible nod from Vergel before Finn released a blast of Air so strong it made Vergel grunt and stumble back.

" A sharp, familiar feminine voice cut through the raw emotion, slicing through the tense atmosphere. I snapped my head up, and there she was....Marceline. She stood in the center of the room, her brows furrowed in feigned confusion, a cruel mask concealing her triumph. The moment her eyes landed on me, a scoff left her lips, she folded her arms across her chest. "Oh? It's happened already?" She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, her expression a mixture of disdain and satisfaction. "What a shame." I swallowed hard, tears still streaming down my face, unable to speak. I looked up to Ronan, but he turned away quickly, the pain in his averted gaze was like a stark contrast to th

When I opened them I saw the Luna Trina Bloode-Wolffinton. "Are you through devirginizing her?" she asked Marcel. In her voice, I could hear laughter. She was happy seeing Marcel naked on top of me. My right hand searched for the sheet while my eyes remained closed. I was so ashamed. "Leave!" Marcel told her, his voice trying to control his anger. I opened my eyes and gazed at Marcel. He was staring at the Luna with great anger in his deadly dark eyes. It seemed like he wanted to run to her and grab her by her throat for disturbing us.

This wasn’t the time for sympathy. We needed answers, and we needed them now. “What’s your name?” I asked, my tone still cold, but softer than before. He hesitated, as if revealing this final piece of information would seal his fate. “Finn,” he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. “My name is Finn.” “And your sister?” Rowan asked, his voice still low and dangerous. “Mara,” Finn replied. “She’s younger than me. She’s… she’s just a kid. Please, I’m begging you, don’t let them hurt her. I’ll do anything. I’ll help you. I’ll fight. Just… please.”

Shouldn’t he be the one here explaining himself? Xavier lays down next to her and stares out into the water and with reluctance says, ‘They had a connection, just like the one you and I had. Xillon and I reacted somewhat as you have. But they have had no interactions with each other since the day they met. Until yesterday when Finley got knocked out. Wasn’t the best experience being the ones to carry him to the doctor, with Annalise fussing over him the whole way. Thought to be our mate until now. Like you, we are now somewhat perplexed.’

, she said and ran her hands through her hair. Fin nodded and walked up to the table in the room. There were two carriers on the table along with some documents. Her patience was however wearing thin. Only heavens knew how long the Don would be out for. Their chance was slowly slipping from them. “Um, Maria. Is this who I think it is?”, Fin asked. “Not now, Fin. I am thinking”, Maria said. “No, really. Arya Marcello”, Fin said. “Yes. We are here to find Arya Marcello if that is what you mean”, she replied.

I hand Jason the gun and then cross over to Gimli the Formerly Telekinetic to retrieve Borden from his skull. On closer inspection, I realize now that his eyes hadn’t just been closed in concentration but closed permanently. The sunken flesh of the sockets indicates his eyeballs have been long gone, and I can even see the scars from the stitches that once merged his former eyelids into single flaps of flesh.

"How about dinner tonight?" Marinas eyes twitched with both excitement and shook. Did...she hear him well? She nodded slowly, her eyes blinking. "Yes. Dinner." She breathed. Ryan smiled again, his thoughts filled with the anticipation of seeing the look on Valentina's face. He pulled Marina closer, fused his lips on hers. ********** Marcella McCartney climbed off the long flight of stairs, a phone over her ear. She walked into the spacious living room, her eyes darted to the woman standing close to the biggest cushion. Beside her, a blonde young girl stood with her large blue green eyes scanning the massive environment.