Mad Dog Marvel Novels & Stories

Elder Eric replied, his voice sharp and venomous. "What? Father, you cannot do this to me!" Asmada Ezra shouted, her voice trembling with disbelief. "I came to claim what is rightfully mine! He drained my blood, we were intimate countless times, and now he claims to have found his mate? A she-wolf? This cannot stand! I will not allow it. You cannot punish me for demanding justice!" Tears streamed down Asmada's face, bitter and humiliating as they reached her lips. Her mind churned with thoughts of revenge, vowing to make the she-wolf suffer and taste despair, just as she was tasting her tears.

INFINITY Maddie and Kevin step out of the dungeon into a warzone. Both of their eyes blow wide at the scene, and I can feel Maddie’s panic. We knew this was coming, but I don’t think she anticipated how ugly it was going to be. I lift my head and I smell the rotting garbage scent of rogues. It seems Maddie’s father knows no bounds. Humans, most likely hunters, for kidnapping, rogues as mercenaries, slavery, killing his mate and sexual deviancy. He really does need to be put down.

This is not the first time Marvel has said that to Farel; Marvel has said that before, but Farel has refused. Farel shook his head. It seems Marvel has failed to convince Farel yet again. "I stand by my stance, Mr. Marvel. I will find a life partner for me after I make sure your life is fine. As my late father used to tell Mr. Ryan," Farel said.

"You’re not just a traitor, Marcus. You’re a coward." Marcus swung. The air behind the blade shimmered with chemical heat. Madison dropped low, the blue glow missing her throat by a fraction of an inch. She could smell the ozone and the acrid tang of the melting silver. She didn't shift. She didn't let the white fur erupt. If she shifted, the liquid silver would spread through her nervous system like a wildfire. She stayed human. Small. Fast. She moved like a blur of shadow. Marcus was heavy, powered by the rage of a beta-wolf who thought he deserved more. Madison was powered by twenty years of starvation and a mother who was currently burning down the global economy for her.

It was a command, absolute and final. "Don't. Leave." Then he turned back toward the rogues. I pressed myself against the wall, my legs suddenly weak. My heart hammered as I watched him approach the wolves, watched them spread out, preparing to attack all at once. Six against one. But Malachi didn't hesitate, didn't slow. He walked toward them like a king approaching subjects, like something inevitable and unstoppable. The first wolf lunged. Malachi caught it by the throat mid-leap, his fingers digging into fur and flesh. He slammed the wolf into the ground so hard the cobblestones cracked. Before it could recover, his fist came down, caving in its skull with a wet crunch.

“We’ll correct that.” I leaned my head back against the seat and let the hum of the shuttle settle around me. My breath fell into a shallow rhythm, and the fatigue from the nightmare pooled behind my ribs, heavy and stubborn. I watched Dr. Marrick secure his medical tablet to the wall and input quick notes with practiced efficiency. His presence filled the small space without effort—clean lines, firm posture, and an ease that came naturally to Alphas with medical genetic markers.

The lover even expressed mild regret that Conrad, the ‘annoying baggage’, had survived. Charlie’s mother, though shocked, did not confront her lover directly. She even helped manage the aftermath, only lightly forbidding him from harming Conrad further. Conrad knew that the cruel man would show no mercy and that his mother could not truly protect him. After deliberately enduring a three-day fever soaked in cold baths, the former top student of the Boyds became a seemingly mad little boy, scattering food with every meal. For fifteen years, he feigned madness. He understood all too well: with only the fragmented conversations he overheard as a child, without concrete evidence, he could never e

I rose to my feet, tears still streaming down my face, but I couldn't let this happen. I wouldn't. Daxton reached out to grab my arm, but I shoved him off, throwing the door open and running outside. "Stop!" I screamed, but the sound of their violence was so much louder than my voice. Snarling and growling. The hissing of spraying blood. I watched Mads become more and more like a monster. Teeth growing. His muscles became more defined as he dropped onto all fours. Trapped in agony as each bone snapped and reformed, but also so enraged. He couldn't stop attacking Javier.

She screams, cursing wildly. When she’s seconds from hitting her climax, I sink my fangs into her neck, marking her. I have no idea how she pushes through to mark me in between my shoulder and neck. I pitch off the cliff with a hoarse cry, pleasure sizzling down my spine. The mate bond snaps in place, stealing the air from my lungs. Danika screams my name, clutching at me with all of her strength. And then our bodies go limp. It takes me quite the effort to move off her body, something is happening in my body. I’m not sure what it is, but I can barely speak or open my eyes. It burns.

Under the manipulation of the male cub, they had tracked back to harvest Madison’s wealth once more. “Absolutely impossible! Your line hasn't returned a single coin from the initial million your jaws borrowed from my purse!” Madison was so entirely consumed by rage that her fangs nearly bared. She felt an absolute curse had settled over her path. Why did her lineage contain such a parasitic brother and submissive parents? They resembled a piece of thick marsh-gum adhered to the bottom of her boot that her claws could never scrape away. Eva’s devotion to her male cub was so absolute she would gladly surrender her own life force to preserve his skin. “Does your throat intend to lend the gold o