Marvel Firestar Novels & Stories

Temperature: -60°C. The Valkyrie (a prototype VTOL dropship stolen from the Syndicate and repainted) roared through the blizzard. Inside, the Shield Team was gearing up. They weren't wearing rags anymore. They wore Mark V Exoskeletons—sleek, insulated, powered armor designed by Sterling Corp. Jack checked his heavy rotary cannon. "I hope they have heat... I hate the cold." "Approaching target," the pilot announced. "Station 5 is dark. No heat signatures."

Vigil explained perfectly and I stood up with a smile on my face. “Accurately said Vigil.” I praised him as he eased up. Vigil was one of the few werewolves in this pack who wasn’t under my control. This wasn’t because I liked him or he held any significance to me but he served me best free from this curse and his eyes held no fear or insincerity towards anyone. It was what I needed in a warrior and so far he was my favorite that was why he was my beta. “Charlie will be coming for the heart of the moon in seven days. If has the two other keys; the keys will be activated and the gates of Hades will arise to unleash something worst than the first war in earth’s history.”

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

I remember, from the driver of the car shooting my car tires, that until both of my car tires burst, I couldn't control the situation, and finally I fell into a ravine," explained Marvel. After listening to Marvel's explanation, Rey and the others already had a clear conclusion: indeed, Marvel's accident had been planned by someone.

Tears of light rolled down her cheeks, glowing silver in the darkness. Draven raised his hands higher, his laughter sharp and jagged. “Yes, give in! Let it consume you! You were never meant to bear divine fire. Let me—” Nova’s eyes snapped open — and what looked out of them wasn’t fear. It was resolve. “I choose the world,” she whispered. The air exploded. A detonation of pure Moonfire burst from her chest, shredding the circle of shadows. The blast threw Draven backward, his ritual collapsing in a storm of light. The black flames that had fed his spell recoiled, twisting, screaming — and then turned against him.

’ Ares bristles. ‘True that!’. is all I reply. Sometimes it seems like she is feeling inferior to my magic now. But she has absolutely no reason to, she is beyond magnificent. I was finally able to see what she looked like the other day. Maxim, Millie and I went out at night so I could shift safely, and they took a video of us. “Holy shit” would be an understatement. Flynn might be able to teleport and throw fireballs, but nothing on this earth is going to penetrate that armor of Ares. Not to mention her tail that could wipe out buildings and her razor sharp fangs and horns. She is formidable.

He was practically vibrating with fury. I blinked back tears, furious and scared out of my wits. It was like a scene from one of Dad's action movies, but I didn't think the Avengers were coming to save us any time soon. No. This was really happening and it was bad, really bad. Maverick and his Polaris friends were shot, maybe dead. The woman with her throat torn out had to be dead. Isaac and Luke were somewhere in the forest chasing down the Nasaru telekinetic guy.

you decided heavily armed and armoured. The comm channel was flooded with shouting. "What the hell?" "They're coming out of the woodwork!" "I've never seen anything like it!" "On your six!" "Shoot them! Shoot them!" "I can't target them!" My breath caught in my throat, the realization hitting me like one of Draco's punches. Fisk spun on his heel, drinking in my panicked expression. "May I introduce you," he boasted, "to the mighty Erebus, an advanced stealth mech developed using data stolen from your Prowler's systems."

He let out a groaning sigh and made a sarcastic reply, “Then let’s get ready, I am sure K is impatient right now, thrilled for this adventure.” Both of them laughed and then Uncle Felix took off his long white coat to wear his black jacket. Ember and Raverine did the same as they went out of the office and headed to Uncle Felix’s van. Uncle Felix loves his van because it has all the survival kits he needs in case he decides to go somewhere far and conduct a medical mission. Ember always finds his uncle fascinating, a brave and passionate public servant in his field.

But he had no idea about the direction and gravity of the danger lurking around. ''Is there anyone there?'' Donovan barked out again impatiently making vain effort to keep a steady voice, ''you gotta speak out now or I'll fire whoever is playing this game.'' Suddenly, in a flash, the ward was lit again--but this time--with a flood of red emergency light spreading across the ward. The red light flooded the room from the ceiling and it afforded Donovan a chance to regain a clearer view of his surrounding space. However, he managed to keep his eyes partly open, staring down the isle towards Natasha's bunk again and he suddenly caught the sight of a looming epicene figure from a distance. The fi