Mad Dog Marvel Novels & Stories

Loud, chaotic sound effects of gunfire and explosions echoed from the speakers. The Mad Dog of the Underworld was currently locked in a fierce battle... on a mobile shooting game. ​As soon as the doors clicked, he didn't even look up at first, his thumbs still tapping furiously. "Daniel. Did the lunatic survive the night?" ​"Barely. But she's here," Daniel replied, walking over to the table and casually helping himself to a piece of bacon. ​With a final, loud boom from his phone, Lucien finally lifted his gaze.

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

Marvel argued in anger. “Mm-Marvel? Don’t you think it’s about time you move on from the crush you have on him besides it been years and I don’t see you two happening anytime soon. You’ve had a proclivity towards him for so long since our school days in the university, that was the reason why you made us bullied Aria Freeman all that time in the past.” Abigail verbalized with a cautious tone in fear of getting Marvel angry. Am angry Marvel is a scary Marvel.

She filled her lungs with air to retaliate but Mj moved so fast not even Moxie saw her. As Mj grabbed Mara and took off with the flailing she-wolf, Moxie and Jay shot each other the same look, “oh shit” they almost sang in unison as they tore out of the building trying to follow their very unpredictable little sister. Mj used every ounce of Theron he would give her and with very little effort, she drug Mara through the pack-house, out into the back and through the half empty training yard until they came to the sparring circles. Mj tossed Mara like a wet washcloth into a circle before she began to stretch her shoulders and loosen the muscles in her neck. Mara gasped for air and stood on tr

“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

I’ve never spied on the nobs during their full moon runs like most scavenger pups do. The wolf is big. Not anywhere near my size, but definitely bigger than most wolves. He’s comparable in height to Madog’s wolf, but that’s where the comparison ends. Madog’s wolf can barely restrain himself from tearing you limb from limb, always pacing and lunging and snarling. He freaks me out.

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.