Mad Dog Marvel Novels & Stories

I can fire you, you know that right. 'What the fuck?, he already accepted someone, but how can this even be possible, if He is accepted her then I won't feel the mate bond, it means He hasn't accepted her yet' 'why did I say yet, I am his Mate not her and she started to get on my nerve now and my wolf wants to go outside and rip her face.' 'Control Lesa, we will not do anything that will displease our Mate.' She agreed with me furiously. "Madam, I am going to get fired if I don't stop you and if I don't let you go you will fire me, but I have to listen to my Alpha madam please cooperate." He said pleading

It was massive. Vaulted ceilings stretched high above, with chandeliers that hovered without support. Murals of ancient creatures—phoenixes, leviathans, dragons—covered the walls, moving subtly as if alive. Wooden benches and arched windows lined the room. It felt more like a cathedral to magic than a classroom. Everyone here wore the same badge. I slipped into a seat beside a girl with eyes like molten silver and hair like liquid obsidian twisted into twin knots. She turned to me, smiling with sharp, inhuman teeth. “You’re the screamer.”

I blurted out from behind him. My heart was racing in my ears. He abruptly stopped dancing and turned to look at me. “Sure boss, what’s up,” he said, his face turning to stone once he registered it was me. “Is my mate pregnant,” I asked, quite serious. I waved to Emilia, indicating he should check her out. I remember that Mikhail began his career for the Solonik family as a tracker, he was one of the absolute best. He could smell things that most wolves couldn’t, and an early pregnancy would be certainly one of those things.

The heat radiating from him was intense, completely enveloping me, smelling of rich cedarwood, clean linen, and the sharp, smoky trace of expensive scotch. ‘​I’m dreaming,’ I thought, the liquor swirling lazily in my brain, turning my consciousness into a slow-moving fog. ‘Yeah, definitely dreaming. The alcohol finally melted my gray matter.’ ​There was absolutely no logical way the Mad Dog of the Underworld—the cold, ruthless beast who ran this city from the shadows—was carrying a disheveled, barefoot woman down his private hallway like a fragile piece of porcelain. In my past life, men like Lucien Giovanni didn't carry people; they had them dragged away, discarded, or buried.

As I slid into the back seat my eyes caught something on the back of the front seats, a symbol carved deep and proud, and my stomach dropped instantly. I knew that insignia. Cold spread through me like ice and my hands curled into fists. “Mom,” I asked quietly, my voice barely steady, “who is your new mate.” She smiled softly and said with clear pride, “The Lycan King, Jonathan Claw.” “Oh no.”

I secretly swallowed because of the view. They were still shouting. I breathed deeply before starting to shake my body. "Shit! We missed you, Magda!!!" "You're mine now! I'll pay a lot!" "My f*cking hormones, sh*t! Shake it off Magda!" I could see in their eyes the admiration for my inherent beauty and charm. I felt like I'm a famous television actress that everyone is obsessed with, like pizza that will never be rejected when laid on the table, like wine and beers that can almost replace the water if swallowed, like a bad drug that when once you use, you will never stop using it and like a potion that once you have been subjected under its magic, you will never be able to escape anymore.

The woman threw a phone to Venom and he caught it immediately “What have you done?!” The man yelled and ran to strangle Venom mother, “Stop!” Jade blocked him with the waves of the wind, and he could not move “Let me help you make the video clearer” I said to Venom and pinch the air with my left palm the video on the phone began to display on how the man brutally murdered the Alpha of Black wolves pack Venom

“It was my dad, wasn’t it? Dad was the one who got the Mad Wolf disease. That’s what that thing inside his brain was all about. The one that felt like it was holding something inside. He wasn’t cured but you somehow managed to localize the disease and put it inside some sort of container made out of magic to make sure that it won't spread out and affect his mind.” “You’re not that daft after all,” commented my mother, confirming my theory. “There’s no real fix for a mythical disease such as Mad Wolf. Even if there is, the Night Walkers are probably the only ones who know about it.” “Wait.” Eros jumped in, looking at me and then at my mother with a few lines crowding his forehead. “How did Ro

Madeline and the vampires village, showing a not so united front I glanced at Mystrel and realized he was wearing a turtleneck shirt in almost eighty degree weather. I gritted my teeth, angry at myself for marking the dog. "Sorry my mark is so offensive to you," I growled bitterly and he huffed and looked away from my glaring eyes. "I'm the alpha Maddy, I sure as shit can't be walking around with your frilly mate mark on the side of my neck," he replied back and I frowned and kicked his shin.

It was incredible how the king did not think about killing him because of his temper. But the way Kenneth looked at him the first time they met was what drove him insane. A monster like the Mad King could never look at someone in such a gentle way, and yet he did. He saw sadness and pain the moment their same feline eyes landed on each other. Keith was looking at himself, but fiercer and stronger, and the scar crossing his right eye could not leave his mind. It was difficult to keep hating him after seeing that look on his face.