Marvel Firestar Novels & Stories

Tania placed a cold hand on my chest but that cold was stolen away by a rush of fire that engulfed my body from our point of contact. I clamped my jaw, grating my molars as I sucked in a scream of utter anguish as tendrils of the flames sought out every damaged and broken part of me, stitching it together at an unnatural pace even for me. Just as quickly as the flames latched onto me, they released me. My eyes widened and I gasped when Tania set me free. With a bit of struggle, I pushed to my feet and then stretched my aching bones and muscles. Dea's glasses had snapped in two, a spider-web of cracks running over both lenses, "Can you repair this?"

said the prince. “And I had no idea you would burn!” said Johan. “About that...” Mordecai piped in, “We would appreciate it if you people could keep that information to yourselves.” “Huh?” Johan looked puzzled. “Why?” “Shh, the fight’s getting hotter!” Dorin hushed them. Hotter was the right term, since Mar have created a fire vortex, avoiding the sharp needle attacks from Boulvar as she ran towards the bigger opponent.” “Wind Wall!” shouted Bouldvar when Mar leapt towards him, aiming for his chest, but the tip of her saber was able to piece through it..

"Why did you have to say that out loud?" "Opp," JumpStart says, lowering his hand. "I mean, what secret shut-off program?" "Destroy him," Dr. Cho orders. The Iron Fist armor shoots off a red blast. It heads toward JumpStart. He freezes as the red blast gets closer and closer to him. It's only seconds from completely vaporizing him but before it does, SpeedBlade runs out from the side and grabs JumpStart. He pushes him out of the way and the red blast shoots past the both of them. It disappears down the hallway.

That is until 10 minutes later, when I could feel a hateful glare boring into me. "What the hell are you doing, Stephanie?" Marvel looks at his dad and growls. "Not nice. Mommy says we don't growl at pretty friends." "I growl at Courtney all the time," Gamma Ben mutters under his breath. Alpha Valentine's mate, the beautiful woman from his passenger seat I saw yesterday, is looking worriedly between me and the Alpha. I put the spoon in the ice cream, push myself away from the table to stand, but Marvel's little hand grabs mine and stops me. "I'm not done eating."

There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria. How could I destroy her now? Her being half human, and Astoria’s vow made this complicated. “Now what indeed.” I sighed out loud. The best thing I could do was keep her in sight and make sure she didn’t realize her powers. Snuff it out before she did. I had Max. He was the most knowledgeable in werewolf law. He could help me. “I want—what’s the thing's name—? “Jezebel.” “I want Jezebel to come live with me. She will stay under my clan, as my ward.”

James’s voice pulled me from my thoughts as he squinted his cute eyes at me, his small hand wrapped tightly around mine. “Almost,” I said, managing a smile. “You’ll see the pack house soon.” James looked ahead with wide, curious eyes. His curls dark and unruly bounced as he walked, and every time I looked at him, I saw his father, he took his eyes. I swallowed the knot forming in my throat. It had been five years since the Moonfire Festival. Five years since I’d stumbled into his chambers and he told me not to tell a soul, but now the manifestable of the secret is out, It's too late to be a screte now.

"The third anchor is in that fire! If you don’t drop the ramp right now, everything Christian fought for turns to ash in five minutes!" Marcus moved like a wall of iron, stepping between me and the marshals’ guns. His big hand gripped my wrist, gently but firmly pulling me from Vance before some nervous sniper could fire. "Sierra, look at the treeline," Marcus grunted, the edge in his voice razor sharp and intense. His dark eyes narrowed as he watched a string of bright white lights speeding through the pines behind the burning building. "Those aren’t local firefighters. Those are tactical ATVs. Someone’s extracting the hard-drive container right now." "Julian, track the signature!" I gasped

" He got a bit emotional as he said that. Owen started coughing and spluttering. I was going to say something to calm him down, but someone suddenly snatched my phone away. Alex took my phone and pressed the speaker button. Then, he went ahead and spouted a bunch of things. "Dad, have you been bewitched by this foxy woman? Why are you still defending her when she's decided to quit her job here? "I'll be frank. I already fired her! Our company doesn't need an employee like her, who makes use of the support and resources you offered her to rise up the ranks, yet refuses to abide by our company's rules!"

"It's simple. I merely want justice. Mr. Watch, I hope you'll investigate everything that happened at the bank today. Spare the innocent, and make sure those who harm your interest pay the price." Felix's gaze swept over Chester and the rest. Chester immediately trembled in fear. "Sure, I'll grant your request. Bring in the best equipment immediately so Spencer here can track the thieves!" I sat down at the workstation and resumed tracking the thieves' location. Their firewall was stronger than before, so it took me some time to break through. Seeing no code appear on the screen, Chester sneered. "Can you recover the money or not? Don't drag all of us down with you. If anything goes wrong, y

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with