Romans & histoires Marvel Abraxas

Agent Marcus Vex stood at the head of the Ascended army, his enhanced body radiating power that rivaled Xavier's True Alpha abilities. "You killed my sister," Vex said coldly, advancing. "She was a visionary. She was going to change the world. And you destroyed her." Xavier met his gaze steadily. "She killed herself. Her ambition, her hatred, it consumed her. I'm sorry for your loss, but Cassandra chose her path." "Liar!" Vex lunged with superhuman speed. They collided in the center of the battlefield, and the ground cracked beneath them from the force. Vex was good. Better than good. Every move he made countered Xavier's attacks perfectly, like he'd studied every fighting style Xavier knew.

His palm was so hard that my jaws cracked at his slap. "You don't know who I am, right? Have you heard of Alpha Xavier?... I am the devil-reincarnate. I kill anyone anytime I wish. No one dares to cross my path, but you just came yesterday and already got the guts to refuse my order!" He thundered and kicked my belly so hard that I yelped and coughed out blood as extreme pain waved through me. The cracking of my ribs could be heard. It was so unbearable. I had thought I was getting used to torture, but each hit from Xavier seemed so different and powerful that I wondered if he was a werewolf.

"Good day, Faerie kingdom. I'm sure that most of you don't know me that well or that you only know me as Rosalind's mate." The crowd chuckled while I smiled. "So, I'm going to take this opportunity to introduce myself to all of you." "Hi," he said in a casual tone—like the tone that we use with our close friends. "My name is Axel Steele, twenty-two years old, and I was born a werewolf. My favorite color is green, my favorite fruit is mango, and I am the luckiest man in the entire world." I glanced at him and tilted my head to the side, confused as to why he said the last statement. He smiled at me quickly before speaking once again.

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.

in this pack… “Um…So does this pack has any trueblood?” Charlotte asked impatiently. She needs to know who he was. She watched Matt as his expression changed to a guarded one…. He hesitantly answered, “ Yes…we do…” Charlotte held her breath to hear the answer… “Alpha Azraiel is a Trueblood…!”

“She’s seeing Marle as well as hearing her voice attempting to manipulate her into doubting her bond with Creed. The woman who has been appearing to her calls herself Arlen.” “Marlena,” Viktor elaborates. “I heard Father calling Marle that name when I was in Tiarin’s realm.” A growl of frustration reverberates through me. “So we were right with Cherie being her failsafe, but why would she want her to doubt Creed, though? Marle planned to resurrect Xamnir in my body. You’d think she’d want to do the same with Creed since he’s the Volkov Alpha.” I thought we had a handle on her plans. Was I wrong again?

I said, giggling. Oh yeah, he said, he picked me up. Sat me on the bed. We just messed around for a while, but Abrax’s cries were hard to ignore. There was something about his cry that always made the air feel charged, as if the energy in the room shifted when he was upset. Even at his age, Abrax had quiet strength. His silver-flecked eyes sometimes glowed faintly, a mark no other pup in the pack had ever shown. I wondered if it meant he was destined for something more, something even Makarius and I didn’t yet understand.

Her speed and stealth makes fighting look more gracious than vicious. I look down at my Cyan and wonder how many years it'll take me to be a Violet, probably forever. The shocked gasp of the crowd had me looking up in no time, Brad is on his back while Ariana holds his Arakh pointing it loosely at his chest, his flail lying a few feet away from him. How did she manage to disarm him? “I underestimated you.” Brad says, his voice dripping with admiration. “Yes you did my Alpha” she says. In a speed that is surprisingly too fast for his size, he kicks Ariana's legs from under, the Arakh falls from her grip Brad picks it and points it on her chest.

They were a legion of demigods, radiating heat, starlight, and dark matter. Marcus, the grizzled Beta, stood up. He was a foot taller in his human form, his eyes swirling with violet magma. He slammed a heavy, armored fist against his chest in a brutal, unified salute. "The Abyssal Vanguard stands ready, my King! My Queen!" Marcus bellowed, his voice echoing with tectonic force. Five hundred voices roared in absolute, terrifying unison, shaking the very mountains of the Highlands. I looked at the alien Astrolabe glowing on a pedestal beside us. Its red runes were locked onto the coordinates of the enemy dimension. The portal was ready to be opened.

And the memories that came afterwards were far from pleasing. Half of my life was lived in pain and agony. From my hateful stepfather to my Mate, Alpha Alexander, they've only caused me pain. Only seen me as a tool for exploitation, I was sold because I was a burden, and my marriage has only been torture and nothing more. This was the first time I felt like human again, Alpha Conner has rekindled the flame of humanity in me.