Marvel Comics Iron Patriot Novels & Stories

"Go on." "It's Killian Zerok, Alpha of the Ironvale pack," Tommy said, unable to keep the bitterness from his voice. "He's the father of the cursed child. The child who's supposed to end all supernatural beings. And he's sworn to keep the girl safe. He's declared war on anyone who threatens her." For a long moment, Isaiah said nothing. Then, surprisingly, he smiled—a cold, mirthless expression that never reached his eyes.

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 scoffed, “sure… I’ll just take your word for it.” “Pinky promise,” he winked at me, “cross my heart and hope to die. We don’t want to start a war. We just need some leverage.” “Taking me won’t end well for you.” I replied, getting ready to shift. "My people will come for me." The man shrugged, “I’m just following orders, girly.” “I’m no girly either.” I growled. He chuckled, “fine, Marley Omari of the Iron River pack. Just follow us, and we promise to treat you as well as can be expected.” He checked out my body, from top to toe, lingering on my breasts and then on my core.

After that direct descendant of the Iron family left, Tyr and Tanya waited in this courtyard. The main reason they came here today was to pay a visit to the Iron family, who had recently arrived. It seemed that Dragun Squad was also interested in the Cooter Armor. They were not in a hurry because the armor would only be done crafting in two days. Outside the courtyard, two men walked toward them in strides about half an hour later. The person that walked in front was a middle-aged man in his sixties who appeared to be upright. His name was Vulcan, and he was the patriarch of the Iron family.

But I wish she would understand my views, my feelings and choices and respect them too as I do hers. My next move after sending her my poem will be to wait for her reactions and talk it over with her severally in a considerate and respectful way. After that I shall send her a copy of a novel. A book that I believe will further open her eyes to what I feel for Aisha and probably help me explain better, a book written by her beloved son. That book is what you have in you hands now, titled DIARY OF A PATRIOT.

COLT'S POV I stared at the laptop screen and felt my whole body go cold. The tattoo on that wrist was burned into my memory from years ago. It belonged to a biker named Marcus Vale. He had been one of the original Iron Wolves, a tough son of a bitch who fought in the earliest wars we ever had. Everyone believed he died in that massive explosion during the final battle against the old enemy pack. His bike was found in pieces. His body was never recovered. We held a funeral for him anyway.

Yohan proudly exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear. “Yes... Yohan, close your eyes!” Mrs. Moorsum suddenly exclaimed. Being startled by her, Yohan covered his eyes with his hands immediately and asked, “What’s wrong, Mrs. Moorsum?” “Well... Nothing. It’s just that... There is some scene not suitable for children to watch,” Mrs. Moorsum responded. “I know that. Uncle Eric told me before that children can’t watch it when Iron Man is transforming. Mrs. Moorsum, is Dad transforming into a superhero?”

"Said Harry Osborn, seeing Peter Parker from a distance. Harry Osborn, the only son of Norman Osborn, chairman of Osborn Group, and the sole heir of Osborn Group. Harry has stood at the top of human society since he was born, becoming the most elite group of people. Harry, however, was easy-going and, I should say, successful in his upbringing. "Hey, Harry, that was fun. Too bad you weren't there. Jason and I went all over the place. The National Memorial also has a uniform worn by Captain Steve Rogers with bullet holes in it! I can't believe he didn't get killed." "Said Peter, addressing Harry. "Wow, cool!" "Said Harry, beaming.