Marvel Abraxas Novels & Stories

I would’ve put a bullet through my own father if he said her name. Marcello didn’t glance at me first. He only acknowledged Alessandro with a bow, unhurried, like everything he did. “There’s something you should see,” his Russian accent threaded roughly around the vowels. His real name was Frank Abramo, a name he spat like a bad memory. It belonged to the man who sold arms, made his mother collateral damage during a militia raid, and never came back when Frank was seven. This was the same man Alessandro executed before finding Marcello locked in a cage.

“Wrath will get you” He opens his palm and creates a ball of energy and sends it outside. At first, nothing happens. After a moment we heard heavy feet running and the two white cubs grew into monsters suddenly appear They are running to get us and they were twice as big as me and they immediately ran to us. While he is relaxed watching us taking his wine. We ran as fast as we could away from the monsters that he created. We run outside the room but it keeps on following us. They were fast because they have bigger steps than us. I spread my wings and grab Maria and fly before it reaches us. Their nails are too sharp enough to tear our flesh. “That was close,” Maria said.

“Marcus! They breached the center! Get to the Alpha's line.” Marcus blinked, returning to his senses. He opened his mouth to answer, but the ground exploded beside them. A Vrykolakas war beast, massive and armored, crashed through the ridge, its fangs coated in silver ash. Abel turned to face it, blades drawn and claws extended. Marcus hesitated, just a heartbeat, but that was more than enough. The beast lunged and Abel met it head-on, but he wasn’t strong enough. Marcus could have stopped it. Could have torn the beast in half. Instead, he took a step back.

My brain’s screaming to look away, my eyes tell my brain to get fucked. Leo moves like a pure viking berserker. Heavy, hard, all brutal strength and zero finesse. Every punch he throws is loud enough to shake bark loose from the trees. His back is carved from granite and another wicked scar slashes over one shoulder that makes me want to ask how he got it and kiss it at the same time. His thick, messy braid swings when he moves. His sweatpants hang dangerously low, flashing the promise of a V-line that could lead nations.

After quickly mourning the loss of vibrant colors and scents, magic hidden beneath every leaf and stone, we were able to focus on Alpha Marcos and his Luna. It had taken a few days to understand what happened, and why the wall had parted for Atlas and me. It wasn’t our magic that allowed us to slip through, but the presence of Alpha Marcos and Luna Tessa. Alpha Marcos had watched as the wall rippled and shimmered, placing his hand right where Atlas’s was, unknowingly giving the two of us permission to pass through. Just two weeks later, Marcos and Tessa had made the decision to relinquish their titles as Alpha and Luna, emerging past the wall with over two hundred werewolves in tow. Just as

Anita's voice wavered as she delivered this startling revelation. "Alpha Jake, Mara's origins... they are unique, to say the least. She's a hybrid, a mix of Lycan, Werewolves, Witch, Vampire, and even Dragons. It's a combination of supernatural bloodlines that's exceptionally rare and incredibly powerful." Alpha Jake was left utterly stunned by this revelation. He had never encountered or even heard of such a hybrid before. His mind raced with questions, and he struggled to comprehend the implications of Mara's extraordinary heritage.

Marcel didn’t say a word, he didn’t object on his beta, and clearly his best friend, staying in the room. “Do you want to get something to drink?” He asked me, and I shook my head as I looked down at the man who I knew was fighting back his own blood. “Thank you for calling me.” I said, looking at Vladimir who nodded. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.” He said, watching as Marcel fought back his own demons tonight, fought back his pain and anger. Whatever had caused this trigger, I knew that it was not easy for him to control.

"For every one of ours they butchered." Mara had said nothing. She didn’t need to. The fire in her eyes was enough. Braxton saw it coming. Not the message—no, that was just theatrics. But in the flicker of a divination flame, he’d seen her. Mara. Standing amid ruins, unbroken, unshaken, her hands stained but her will untouched. "Unbreakable," he’d whispered, the word bitter on his tongue. So he did what any smart predator would—he went for the weak point.

’ Brax asked through the mindlink. ‘Of course he fucking did,’ I lied, wondering what he was talking about. ‘He’s scared to claim me, but he’s my, shit, never mind. I don’t know why I’m telling you any of this. You’re annoying.’ Brax said, and I laughed out loud. “You see what a great therapist I am? I have this ability to make people talk without even wanting to. Just fucking relax. This won’t be the last blood moon.” Brax nodded, looking like he was trying to convince himself of what I was saying. “I just want his wolf back, Argo.”

Conners the Lizard also relies on the super healing ability to make the spider eat a lot of losses. Li Jie thought about it and made a training opponent directly with Wolverine as a template. Of course, this training opponent is only Level D, which is a severely weakened version of Wolverine. Wolverine in addition to have super healing ability, there is a Mandrake alloy bone and a pair of sharp claws, as well as a horrible strange force and explosive speed. If anything, Li estimates that Wolverine in his prime would have been an A-level hero, or at worst A B-plus hero.