Marvel Abraxas Novels & Stories

Is he a part of the Mafia or what? How can someone has brutal as this still exist. Jail he should to to jail. Fuck am calling the police. God......look at that body.... The chest which stood like an holy ground where I won't mind offering a prayer, then the v-line on his hips, just like a call of duty. A duty that would make you want to rip off his towel and show what's hidden behind to the world. Right in front of me is Xavier, well not just Xavier, a naked Xavier.

I just wanted to slap myself. Rumour has it that Azabrahs were Marcellus’ project and creation. He made them the first line of protection and guardians of entry to Waltherra. Marcellus is the strongest warrior and most powerful telepath in the underworld, well, probably in the Soovaree realm, too. Still, he is also a necromancer—the future king of the underworld, the world of death, demons and punishment. Gosh, I am so damn stupid. I cannot kill the creatures made by necromancers with necromancy. I have just fed them with my energy. I have weakened myself to make them stronger and hungrier to kill once they wean off my time paralysis magic. Idiot, that’s what I am. Attacking them with necrom

Evander Vasileon was the first Alpha King who sat in the Moonlight Throne, uniting the three other thrones from different areas of the wilding forest, and from there, the Vasileon’s lineage started to rule… not until the moon’s rage. “Do you understand the words written in that book?” My mind already had its focus on this book when suddenly a voice boomed behind my back. A man unfamiliar to me stood tall with a smug smile on his face. I have no idea who this man is, but one thing is for sure, he is not a normal werewolf but a high one, his clothes could vouch for that. Now, I fully couldn't go back on reading so I folded the book and stood.

“Who knows? Maybe this stupid girl is dabbling in sorcery!” “Umbriel, you know if your claims turn out false, you’ll face punishment too, right?” Abraham said as he lifted a goblet and drank. That’s when I noticed it. His body, barely hidden beneath his robes, was traced with dark patterns. I could have said a tattoo but it doesn't look like it. As he moved, stepping down from the dais, the torchlight caught them. Scars. Every line of his flesh carved and burned, filled with something black that shimmered like ash pressed into old wounds. My stomach tightened, those weren’t tattoos, they were marks of burn.

“Xienma! We need to unite our powers! It’s the only way we can hold him off!” Xienma nodded, a surge of determination coursing through her veins. She could feel the connection between the three of them, their strengths intertwining. “Let’s do it!” As Drax advanced, they each raised their hands, the Water Stone glowing brighter than ever. Cassie summoned waves of water, Xavier called upon the strength of the earth beneath them, and Xienma tapped into the essence of the wind. Together, they formed a triad of elemental power, a force that surged outward in a brilliant display of light and energy.

When I do, the pain returns tenfold to my wounds, and I fall in a heap on the ground. Marvel’s magic and his desire to keep me safe must have prevented the wounds from manifesting into being life-threatening. Without his magic to keep the bleeding and pain at bay, I’m now bleeding out, and the pain is unimaginable. “Harriet!” Marvel yells, reaching for me with his small hands, unsure of how to help. “Child, don’t! She is...” When Antonio reaches for him to pull him away from me, Marvel turns his glare on Antonio, growling menacingly, and his eyes glow an eerie blue, his aura unbelievably strong for a child.

Xavier surged forward beside her, fire and Lycan united into something terrible and unstoppable. “Mine,” Jax hissed. He lunged again. Abel was faster. The wolf came out of nowhere, a blur of muscle and vengeance, slamming into Jax hard enough to knock him sideways. They crashed across the courtyard stones in a tangle of limbs and fury. “I told you,” Abel snarled, pinning him briefly. “You don’t get to win.” Jax twisted free with a feral laugh. “You’re just angry you were the experiment that worked,” he spat. “You should be thanking me.”

He turned and stared in concern at the petite figure before him. "Well that sounds… so horrifying," She said laughing nervously. Alex wasn't concerned about the information derived from the news but was more concerned about her. He leaned forward to drop the remote but paused as he stared at her pleading. Instead, she pretended not to see it. He dropped his arms on his knees making the loose T-shirt he wore reveal the abs underneath. "This wolf man is starting to get a reputation from it. " He said as he leaned against the sofa, watching her every move. " And I am afraid he is more than a treat to the people,"

"Tate Abrams is the reason you and Mommy are here right now, little guy. Bad people tried to hurt us, but Tate, Tate was brave, and Tate cared about us, and he made sure that he protected us with everything he had." Recognizing his own name, "TATE!" he squeals with delight, his chunky hands slapping the cool surface of the stone. "Yes, baby, just like you, Tate. Tate was a big strong warrior and a very special man to me. Just like you are so, so special. You will grow up and be strong and kind just like him and just like your father." He coo's as his attention quickly goes back to pulling shards of grass out of the ground. Throwing the deep green blades into the air, his high-pitched giggles

“If you must know in case you ever try, your poison in fact no poison works on us. But it won’t matter to you if you’re not alive” “But you just said you need me” he stated. “Yes I need you. And after you serve your purpose I can kill you. Just like the way you killed me. A situation where I gain and you gain. Sounds fair right?” “It really doesn’t” he said. “How is it possible that poison doesn’t work on you?” “Antibodies” Sachi said. “Now tell him what you have to so we can leave”. “Thanks to you, I’ve hit rock bottom and to get back to the top I need your unique ability”.