Novelas y relatos de Killshot Marvel

Todd was speaking so low that it sounded like a feral growl. "Too late." Angelo revealed. Caleb and Valor, Valiant's older brother came into the house only Caleb didn't stop until he got to me. Standing right in front of me, toes touching Caleb had transformed. "Quit talking in fūcking circles man! You got some explaining to do and I don't wanna hear nothing but the damn truth!" He was leaned down into my face but I was unfazed as my mask slipped down into killer mode. "Caleb, you of all people know you can't fūck with me. What I sugge-"

Marvel started playing with Keysha's nipples, making Keysha lose control and make the sound that Marvel wanted to hear. Now they were no longer focused on the film they had wanted to watch; they were both burning with bi**hi, and that afternoon they felt like heaven on earth again. "Thank you, darling," said Marvel while kissing Keysha's forehead, not forgetting to cover his wife's innocent body. Maybe because she was tired, Keysha didn't answer Marvel's words; she chose to close her eyes and fall asleep. Because Marvel also felt tired after their game, he also slept next to Keysha while hugging his possessive wife.

He took his death over the betrayal. Mr. Stark was aware that the wolves and other shape-shifters would fall in danger once their location was traced. He was certain that intense hunger for more power would lead him to do things not predicted and to stop it once and for all, he took a silver bullet in his heart rather than communicating their pack's location. Reyne had cried. Bellowed such that the walls of the basement shivered. Her helpless yelling had stunned the spectators who were watching her father die his death after a long while of painful struggle.

"I've already won. My team is safe. That's all that matters." The leader pulled the trigger, and Venom felt a searing pain in his chest. He stumbled back, his vision blurring. "You...you'll pay for this," Venom gasped, his voice barely audible, he dug into his jacket pocket that was lying on the ground with the last shred of his consciousness. He smiled as he brought out a small egg-shaped device and threw it toward the group. They didn't notice it being too consumed with watching his blood draining from his body…until it exploded in their midst. Blood, bone, fur and metal rained down over him.

“Deal, Lex,” “All right boys. I think we’ve had enough emotional turmoil for one day. So, to avoid any other mishaps, we are teleporting,” Marina commanded. The staff was already making arrangements as the two teens finally took in their surroundings. They had been too absorbed in each other, unable to care about anything around them until now. “I know you both heard that dinggleberry. So, I’ll assume you heard me tell him to go fuck himself. I have no intention of trying to force either of you. Especially, my little asshole of an heir into any mating contracts,” She sneered.

How Isabella stabbed the guard to death and how she was also shot in the skull by Elijah's men and how they were in the process of sexually harassing me when Marcel miraculously came into the vehicle and beat all of them like he was some kind of superhuman. I reminisced on how he too was shot and how I had thought he was dead but somehow miraculously resurrected from the dead and killed the man who was about to shoot me. It all felt like something that can only happen in the movie yet it happened and I am starting to try to understand how it was possible. How was Marcel able to move so fast? And how is he able to survive being shot? Not forgetting the fact that his eyes kept glowing red ligh

She looked up in time to see three figures emerging from the shadows between two warehouses, dressed in dark leather, faces obscured by cloth wrapped tight across their features, crossbows raised and ready. "Stay down," Kael growled, rising in one fluid motion, his blade already drawn and gleaming faintly in the grey light. What happened next unfolded so quickly that Elara struggled afterward to piece the memory together into any coherent order. Kael moved with a speed that did not seem entirely human, closing the distance to the first attacker before the man could reload his crossbow. There was a flash of steel, a strangled cry, and the man crumpled to the ground.

A high-pitched whistle sliced through the humid air. Dozens of blow-darts, tipped not with tree-frog poison, but with condensed, liquid dark matter, rained down on us from the canopy. Killian didn't even flinch. His human silhouette flickered, instantly replaced by the thirteen-foot, obsidian mass of the Shadow Lycan. He didn't dodge the darts. He caught the air itself. A massive wave of gravitational shadow erupted from Killian's form, suspending the deadly darts mid-air, inches from my face. With a low, vibrating growl, he reversed the polarity. The darts shot back into the canopy a hundred times faster than they had been blown.