Marvel Aliens Crossover Novels & Stories

He was just about to land another blow against her, when she pushed him back with her powers. He let out a gutteral cry, as he flew backwards, just to get his back slammed into a jagged rock. He died on the spot too. Adrenaline rushed through her skin, but it didn't last long as another wolf ran in her direction. With her powers, she sliced their throats, impaled them all and even twisted their neck and limbs, but they didn't stop coming “They're too much.” Alysia yelled over the chaos. She snuck a glance at the enemies, and quickly she realized they weren't humans nor wolves. “It's like they're multiplying somewhere and keep respawning somehow.”

But alliances were double-edged blades; trust came slow in our world. A soft knock pulled me from my thoughts. Mara slipped in, her tablet dimmed to avoid disturbing the sleepers, her face illuminated by its glow. She was disheveled—hair escaping her ponytail, dark circles under her eyes from hours bent over code—but her energy crackled like static. "Alpha," she whispered, glancing at Ava and the bassinet with a rare softness before turning businesslike. "The downloads from the bunker are decrypted. It's worse than we thought. Hanlon wasn't just experimenting; he was building an army. Synthetic wolves—genetically altered hybrids, resistant to silver, programmed for loyalty to him. Notes on d

"That's called a cleft—in your chin. Whoever designed your body must've pulled inspiration from Marvel characters. Damn superman energy." "What's a Marvel?" Coco ignored Cleona's question and tossed the folder in his direction. "I uploaded and sent you the intel earlier in the week." Coco had access to alien NIRL technology and had been trained on intergalactic communications. The transmission bay sat below their feet, deep underground. Stralath's father helped design and build the hub when Coco was a young woman, new to her role. He reached for the file. "Let's run through what we have so far."

Unable to move, I could only try and breathe and wait for whoever had thrown the bomb to appear. Despite not pressing the button, the door opened and revealed my intruder. The muscular form of a Frentin male. If I'd been able to move my mouth would have fallen open for yet another time. Frentin males were some of the most attractive aliens that our race had encountered. They were similar enough to humans that some had even crossbred with them, but they were far stronger than humans and they knew it. I was in trouble. Big trouble. "Ahhh, you must be Jet," he said as he came closer, his violet eyes looking over me. "Ross said you'd be the next pilot to come out here."

The streets crawled with military Jeeps and personnel. Maya, entering the thrift shop where she did most of her shopping, greeted the owner, whom she knew well. "What's up with the soldiers?" she asked, glancing out the front window. "Aliens," said a gleeful Marco. "The military isn't saying, of course, but my cousin whose sister is married to the brother of the assistant to the base commander says they tracked the alien to town." Maya didn't try to follow the convoluted family connection the news came from, but the chill from his words, though, made her ask, "Do they know where he is?"

As he came to a broader walkway, he got the feeling he was crossing onto someone else's fabrics. After the second right, Murry spotted his first alien ahead. The Dagerstanteen was close to five-nine and lean. His tentacles were not as muscular and well-formed as Kel's. The alien spotted Murry, closed a door, and then froze. His mouth didn't drop open, but Murry suspected that if his mouth could open, the alien's jaw would be on the floor.

Would he or she be able to have a normal life? Her stomach churned and dizziness pressed into her skull. She blinked to focus and took deep breaths to calm herself. Maybe he was a subspecies of aliens…kinda of like Vulcans on Star Trek. She did have a crush on Spock for the longest time growing up. So Kohl could look human except for his weird skin. She could be okay with that. Wasn’t like he was a black, hairy demon-like creature. “I can’t transform completely in these chains…they block my ability to turn completely.”

Santan ran down to meet, both Melinda and Calista at the outskirts of the Mountain Dew pack, in a bid to get his mate, Melinda to return to the pack, but in the end, Melinda used her charm to sway Santan into joining her and Calista in the wild. We were back at the Ridgewood pack. Cassandra Maximoff, Calista's sister, was the new Alpha of the Ridgewood pack. She was the last surviving member of the Maximoff dynasty. She was having a steamy session with her lover, Zora, a werelion, and after they were done, a minor disagreement led to a brawl, and it soon turned into a brutal war.

“And you two dumbfucks might just be the first species to cross the portal in over a century” I wonder if he was being serious or if he was mockingly entertaining my ‘wild guess’. It could be sarcasm but there was no other explanation for how strange this place was. I had seen enough Marvel movies to know I was right in the middle of some shit like that. The healing wounds, all this hierarchy talk, the ‘dimensional portal’. There was no doubt about it. He leaned in. “Mind if I confirm a suspicion of mine?” He wasn’t asking, it was entirely rhetorical. He was definitely having fun with this. What a completely sadistic bastard.

" Please, wait. What were those things? And who are you guys? " The woman with short hair, smiled. " It's none of your business nor am I obliged to reply but since we will be deleting all your memories of this incident, I might as well quench your curiosity. Those were a few troublesome aliens. They keep disturbing our peace form time to time. We are the so called superheros, saving the Earth but we were all once called anomalies. We are human beings with super human abilities and are an organised association that fight alien crimes. " With that she was gone.