Icarus Marvel Novels & Stories

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

"Iris is educated. She went to one of the best universities abroad. We can't say the same for Autumn. You married her off to me before she even got a university education." Maverick's face twisted with amusement. "And what did Iris study? Fashion and modeling. Does this company look like a runway to you?" he snapped, leaning forward with disgust. Ivan could feel his father’s contempt, and he realized Maverick blamed him for letting Iris’s influence cloud his judgment.

BEN Marvel and Calum run past the packhouse, straight for the warrior center. Calum goes to work with me all the time, so he is familiar with the area and everyone who is loitering about. Many of our warriors laugh as they run by, giving Marvel curious glances, most likely because they didn't expect him to look so much like his dad. I can't believe how spunky Marvel is. The little alpha has no reservations in asserting his dominance, and he has absolutely no fear. He's the spitting image of Valentine.

It lived in the space between us like a scar. “The second you give in,” I continued, voice low, “everything you are… everything you want… ends up under someone else’s control. And I know you, Marcellus. You carry a strong name, one that refuses submission. You are not just going to fall into a ceremony simply because it is a requirement for you to do.” He was silent now.

I know she’s both thinking about the safety of the pack and my own exhaustion level. “The police are on their way to meet Scar where Channing found the dead human. And,” I say looking up to glance at the clock on my office wall, “in just about six hours, Leader Bruno will be here to talk to us and Scar’s parents about their experiences with the undead, so we can have some ideas in place for when Scarlett contacts COWS. You know she’ll want you in on that meeting, too.” That’s another great thing about Scarlett — she recognizes the value that the mate brings to the table. Zella, Asher and Lupita aren’t just the mates of myself, Bree and Jacob, granting them the titles of Beta, Gamma and Delta

Sassy said and walked him halfway to the office, before going back. Mr Carson pressed the doorbell and waited for a few seconds before pushing the door open. "Hello, sir. Welcome, I am sorry for the little misunderstanding, I didn't know I had an appointment. It must have slipped off my memory, anyway, how is..." Marvel was saying, then she looked up and her eyes widened. "Marvel?" Mr Carson said and took off his glasses. "Dad," Marvel said, in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked.

The confession was written entirely in Stellish, which Westhaven envoys couldn't fully understand. The two interpreters read it aloud in Westic for them. Icarus took full responsibility for the plot, explaining that his motive stemmed from Hector's past victory of Westhaven, which had resulted in the deaths of many Westhaven soldiers. He also harbored a deep grudge against the Sullivan family, particularly Carissa, whose grandfather, Dominic, had guarded Victory Pass for many years and fought in countless battles. Consumed by hatred, Icarus had seized the opportunity to strike at Carissa when he came to the capital, hoping to vent his anger.