Mad Dog Marvel Novels & Stories

"He's that bad?" Madison turned to walk with me. She was dressed in full leather gear. Although hers was skintight and shined to a high sheen, she left her face unadorned. The patch on her right breast identified her as a moderator for S&B. Not to mention the take no prisoners attitude in her gait and expression. Even I was a little afraid of Madison and the metal tipped Cat O' Nine she kept hooked in a holster on her thigh. Madi nodded. "Yeah. He's getting under people's skin. I had two Ds come up and ask me if they could take turns on him for insulting their subs."

Most terrifying of all were their eyes. Their irises burned with an unholy, incandescent crimson glow—blood-red, intelligent, and dripping with pure, predatory malice. The two colossal beasts lunged forward in unison, their massive jaws snapping open as razor-sharp fangs aimed straight for my throat. Fifty miles away, inside a private boardroom at the southern docks, Zayden stood over the table reviewing final trade contracts. Suddenly, a violent, deafening shockwave shattered his senses. His ears rang with a high-pitched hum as the supernatural mate bond snapped taut like an iron cable. Inside his skull, Night did not just growl—the beast detonated in an agonized, earth-shattering scream:

While Eric had pets just for the fun of torture, Marcie raised pets for a whole different reason. One of the reasons she was greatly feared. She could turn anyone, human or wolf into the most obedient of dogs. Her pets were mostly rogues who were exiled from their packs. She had hundreds of them and made an army of them. The Elders did nothing about it. Technically, it was better to turn them into weapons of war for the betterment of the wolves than have them cause unnecessary chaos. When Eric had gone wild because of his family, he was sent to her. It was a record. He was the only one she couldn't tame.

Her long nail dug into my skin as she lifted my chin and looked into my eyes, “You should know better than to play games with me, Goldilocks.” I looked right back at her, “I don’t know how to play games, Grand Magus. If I did, I wouldn’t have been so easily fooled by that wolf boy.” Pausing for a moment, I continued, “You were right, Grand Magus. Werewolves are not to be trusted.” She released her grip on my chin and took a step back, “Seems like someone has betrayed my lovely Goldilocks….” Her voice was full of mockery, her gaze bore into me as if I were the most insignificant creature in the world.

’ August explained. ‘Alright, then let’s go. We can get Crista’s help in rescuing Thales. Maybe even Incubi’s help in general. We need an army to shut Iggy down. ‘ I agreed. ‘So which…’ I started to question our heading when I heard howls and the foul smell of Madonie. Okay, so Madonie wolves don’t smell as bad as a rogue, but right now, that scent is burned in my nose, and I can’t stand it.

the doctor asked Olivia. She shook her head. "Doctor, are you sure we should-" Mary said but was cut off by the doctor's look. "The mate bond is something that exists for werewolves and other magical creatures. We, as humans, would call it finding your soulmate but it is stronger and more powerful than that. Your mate is your other half and not just in theory. It is the other half of your soul. When a werewolf finds his other half and they join together they become more powerful. A few decades ago werewolves started to find mates with humans. This caused a great deal of turmoil and jealousy. The werewolves didn't want to have human mates and some of them would reject their human mates. That

“Let me see him, Cassian. Please.” And then the door behind him creaked open. I froze. A massive figure stepped through, and everything inside me stopped. Leonidas. Not as I knew him. Not the man. The wolf. He was huge and towering. A beast carved from shadow and silver. Thick fur the color of midnight bled into streaks of ash at his sides. His eyes, still the same startling, wild gold, locked on mine. His eyes looked to be in so much pain but maintaining strong restrictions.

There's tons of warriors, they're all outside in front of the house, completely surrounding it. Maddox looks at me and I nod my head at him. He growls before taking off, sprinting full speed toward them. He leaps into the air, throwing his hands out and I watch amazed as a wall of darts freeze in the air right in front of him. I swear it looks like something straight out of the matrix! He thrust his hands forward, and I watch all the darts shoot backwards right where they came from. I hear grunts at several men drop.

Ryan said getting a bit angry “Really?? Please elaborate on how this will be right for Badar, because as far as I remember if a werewolf loses his or her mate they go mad” “Exactly, after losing you Badar will go mad and angry, just like his old self, destroying anything that comes in his way and going in war with other packs just so as to get to kill someone and let his anger out. Won’t that just be perfect?” Ryan said “You are a psychopath,” Mahnoor said, getting angry at his psycho plan. “Anyways, Maria come and take whatever that you need from her to complete the spell. I’ll be waiting outside, this place is making me sick” Ryan said and got out of the prison.

It growls loudly, its movements savage and violent as it snaps the heads of the warriors in the blink of an eye. Nana freezes, horrified by the sight. Blood spills across the forest floor and the bodies of the fallen warriors lie motionless. "Who let the monster out of the cage?!" Marco's voice booms in the distance, furious and loud. He shifts into his wolf form—a massive black wolf with glowing red eyes. The red eyes, a rare trait in Alpha generations, show just how dangerous and powerful Marco is. Marco’s wolf lunges at the creature, slamming into the side of its face as it feeds on the last warrior.