Icarus Marvel Novels & Stories

Valencia's lips twitched. "Besides, Mom looks sad when Mom sees that not-so-pretty sister and that uncle, which means Mom hates those people. Babies also hate them." Iris, the exact miniature and female version of Maverick, except for her blue eyes and her chestnut brown hair, wrapped her hand around Valencia. Orson, Hudson, and Iverson also wrapped their hands around Valencia as if to comfort the 'sad' Valencia. The three looked identical with their black eyes, black hair, and thin red lips.

He realized that he had lost Liora forever. There was no longer any opening for him. However, in a secret location beneath the Alps, Lord Valerius stared at his monitor flashing red warnings. "So they have united?" Valerius muttered. "Good. The higher they fly, the more painful the fall will be.” Activate 'Protocol Icarus Reverse'. “It is time to show Mavric that the technology he boasts about is the very weapon that will behead him." In Mavric's Office - Late Night Mavric pulled Liora into his embrace in front of the large office window.

Icarus did not say anything, promoting the girl to ask, "What happened? You seem lost in your own thoughts?" Icarus grunted before saying, "Actually, there is something which still needs to be fixed." "What is it?" The man did not reply to her question, inside he stood up and walked to his desk. He opened the drawer and fished out a ring box from inside it. Kiara looked at the box, her expression changing swiftly. She watched him make his way to her and asked, "What are you doing?" "Something which I should have done five years ago." Icarus got on his knees and said, "Kiara Smith, I, Icarus Vuron of the Reed Hunter Pack, take you as my mate and my Luna."

Then there were his siblings. Ophelia Valeria Icarus and Persephone Seraphina Icarus—twins, twenty-two, beautiful in a way that was both distant and commanding. Ophelia had high cheekbones and dark, knowing eyes that made her look like she was always three steps ahead of everyone in the room. Persephone, though just as striking, had softer features, but there was a coldness to her beauty, an untouchable quality that made it clear she was not to be approached lightly. And finally, Lorenzo Moreau-Icarus, twenty three. His looks were more aristocratic—refined, polished, the kind of man who knew how to navigate high society with charm alone. But compared to Icarus, he seemed almost insignificant

Slinking past another blow, Icarus suspended Mark's arms behind his back, and slowly, with each twist of the arm, he threatened to separate the entire arm from the shoulder. "Don't hurt him please!" I pleaded, this time with tears streaming down my eyes. "Don't hurt him please.." "You'd cry for a man like him? Clean your tears, Lisa Thornberry, he's not worth crying over." Icarus said before releasing Mark and tossing him aside. Brandishing a handkerchief from the depths of his pocket, he walked forward, and with the perfumed piece of cloth, wiped my teary face clean. I had planned on falling back with every step he took towards me, but fear had pinned me to the spot. Although the energy aro

I muttered, feeling like the walls were closing in on us. "He has the data and the resources, and Dante sees Iris as the ultimate prize because she’s the only woman who ever beat him at his own game," Marcus said, and I turned away because my chest felt too tight for me to breathe. I thought about the way Iris looked at me and the way she’d given me the "Overwrite" in the palace, and I knew she was mine, but the idea of a man who knew the girl she was before the world broke her—a man who shared a language with her that I couldn't speak—felt like a threat I couldn't just punch in the face.

Oh, I see… He must have got something which he’d like to give to Marius, his soul mate in this orphanage. Next to the church was the orphanage. Marvelo quickly ran to his bedroom. From under his bed, he took out a dark brown box in the medium size. He opened that brown box. There were two wooden toys inside. The toys really looked like the characters of two ancient Greek gods. Marvelo took those two wooden toys and quickly rushed out again, to the front gate where Marius had been waiting curiously for him. “I wanna give you one of this, Marius,” said Marvelo still sniffling slightly.

Marcus I stood in the shadows of the cave, the flickering light from the cauldron casting eerie shapes against the stone walls. Iris, the witch, stood at the center of the chamber, her dark eyes gleaming with a mixture of malice and something that almost seemed like anticipation. The air in the cave was thick, heavy with the stench of herbs, blood, and magic. A chill ran down my spine, but I steeled myself, knowing this was the only path left for us. For me.

Devon froze, the words dying in his throat. Marcus slowly lifted his head, the pale, winter-locked light of the courtyard catching the devastation of his face. The dual color eyes Devon had trusted his entire life were gone. Marcus’s irises were twin, piercing discs of radiant, unblinking silver, with only a microscopic, desperate pinpoint of volatile Alpha gold fighting for space at the center of his pupils. As Marcus pulled his hand out of the mud, the wet fabric of his sleeve fell back, revealing the thick, iridescent web of raised silver scars pulsing down to his fingertips. The three senior warriors instantly stepped back half a pace, their boots crunching loudly in the gravel, their ey

He wanted to give us one more moment of normalcy before shit hits the fan. Iris held onto her two kids. Aurora and the future king, Marco D´Angelo. Marco is a bright kid, strong, vibrant, an alpha through and through. Aurora, on the other side, is enigmatic, quiet, and tender. Underneath all that, she is powerful. She is barely a toddler, and she has manifested several abilities. Usually, a child with abilities starts showing traits until they come of age. Aurora is about to turn six. She is unusual and impressive.