Romans & histoires Marvel Fanfiction

It suddenly dawned on me, like a slap to the face. I didn’t want anyone touching me. I didn’t want to touch anyone else. I only wanted Marvel. Marvel’s touch and the feel of her skin beneath my fingertips. No one else could compare. I could be with only one she-wolf for the rest of my life as long as that she-wolf was Marvel. She was it for me. No one else would compare. Maybe there was a chance I could be a worthwhile mate, after all. I shook Lilith’s claws off me and gently pushed her away. I looked down at her with a stern gaze as I calculated whether or not there was enough space between us now.

I insist before patting Lobo on the arm and heading to the back of the car. I hustle to get Clara settled in before heading to my bedroom to read the letter alone. - “Alpha Onyx, this will most certainly be the most unorthodox thing I will do this year, but here it goes. I found your scent on the paperwork during our meeting this morning. From there, I have been mentally spiraling out of control, trying to keep a cool head around my family. Here, it is against the law to be mated with a Lycan. Then I received your shirt, which I am wearing right now. I made some decisions. After recent events, I am ready to leave my pack if that is what it takes. You may or may not reject me, and I would und

She apologized. "It just happened when I was super duper pissed, and the next thing I knew was that I ripped that heavy sitting chair from the ground and threw it like Thanos threw the Hulk as if he weighed nothing." She explained and got confused, wondering who the hell was now Thanos and the Hulk. She just hoped that Breda wouldn’t end up asking who they were because she would have no answer to that question. "It looks like you’re a Marvel fan." "Marvel’s fan?" Arabella looked at her in confusion. She felt like she had heard this name before but couldn’t recall where.

"You wanna die.... Ehn.... You think you can just die, what about your parents, me, your company." He didn't move, he just stand there, still, staring at me.... While I try to control my emotions. I feel angry, hurt and at the same time sad. "Xavier...." He connects his lips with mine, cutting me shut. (My little chocolatings, given those two a ship name *Xap.* what do you think, or you got a better ship name? Like and comment like always. Wait and also, the next chap is a 18 rated scene, please skip if you don't have a liking for sex scenes. Love yal. ADIOS.)

They seemed meant to be, and I knew they would make a great team as alpha and luna. Some part of me also wanted Darian and Rosa to grow up together as cousins born on the same day, but I guess some things are beyond my control, and I shouldn’t deny Scott such an important position. I took a deep breath and walked over to Marvela and hugged her tightly. "Take care of yourself and Scott," I whispered. "And don't forget to come visit me sometimes." Marvela replied as she smiled and hugged me back, and I could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

Looking up at me from her upside-down position, Blanca's eyes met mine. I refrained from smiling amidst the pandemonium, but there was no denying that Blanca always managed to make life interesting. Out of all the Johnson kids, she and I had a special bond. On my twenty-fifth birthday, she had written an Avengers fanfiction where Bucky Barnes and Captain America were more than just friends. It had been entertaining as hell. "Blanca, are you ready to go?" I asked her, trying to maintain a composed demeanor in the midst of the chaos.

Helping Marvel, his hair performed what it has always done since he was ten: it changed color from blonde to silver. I promise this strange shit isn't for me, but I get it; nonetheless, when I'm very upset, my hair turns gold instead of black. Whatever it is about our hair, it is strange; even my mother tries to calm me down when I am upset. Mom is rarely able to spend time with me, owing to Dad's refusal to leave her alone. Aunt Miracle and Aunt Silvia are more cautious now that they had three sons and are expecting their fourth. My cousin Marvel and niece Sunny are extremely different personalities. Marvel is loud and outgoing, whilst Sunny is introverted and keeps everything to herself.

“Are you going to cheat on him?” “Please, don't guilt trip me right now.” I hissed, looking round to be sure that no one was coming. “What? I'm not doing anything.” Shs rolled her eyes. “He's not so hyped up to shift back to his human state.” I sighed. “Maybe it's because he doesn't want to raise his hopes.” Michelle shrugged. “In the words of a wise woman in the Marvel Universe, ‘always expect disappointment, so you never really get disappointed’.”

Marvelon's story has come to an end. I had so much fun with this story. It has blossomed so much since it started. The first draft was way less complicated than this final piece. The original version was a love story about Aqualia and Marvelon. However, as I wrote, the panster in me came alive. New characters joined the story and the old characters played new parts. Their lives were molded differently. Gosh, most of them probably hate me for all the tribulations I have put them through.

Beautiful in a strange, distant way. “Mauve!” Marcus returned, a grin on his face. “These are your siblings and cousins. They’ve all been waiting since the day I left to bring you back.” I stood there, quiet, watching these grown men—these powerful wolves—blush like young boys. Their faces flushed, their steps uncertain. So unlike Alessandro. He had been cold, unmoved by emotion. These men were transparent as water. “Hello,” I said carefully. “I’m Mauve Scarlet. A guest here. I hope my visit doesn’t inconvenience anyone.”