Marvel Hellcat Novels & Stories

He held onto my hand tighter, as if he was expecting me to run. "Why are there flames? Why are we here? Where is here?" "You know how I have a nickname? They call me the Lycan from Hell?" I nodded slowly, "Yeah?" "Well, this is why," he motioned around us, "I made a deal a long time ago. Gave up part of my soul, so I'm technically half Lycan. And half demon." I swallowed hard before letting out a shaky breath, "Right. Um, okay. Okay." I pulled my hands from his and began to pace.

I think I fall the tiniest bit in love with his laugh. The world is a cruel place. I’m an ex-cop with a cop’s superior attitude. Moon is a criminal and controls a criminal empire. Wanting him as badly as I do is playing havoc with my soul.

She picks Campbell up by his throat, tossing him over the hellhounds and into the cage. He lands on his side, a look of wild terror in his eyes. He immediately scrambles to his feet as the hellhounds turn toward him. With a yell, he throws down the whistle given to him by Elright, and he leaps from the pen. I'm unsure of what just happened, but Marinah is not. She doesn't waste time by going into Warrior form. Somehow, she goes straight to Nova. The monster explodes from her human body with teeth that rival a twenty-foot white shark and claws that tear metal like its tissue paper. Her wild eyes have one target. Campbell doesn't have time to scream.

I had no other choice but to go and attempt to murder a hell hound who has been alive for centuries keeping a low profile while also causing terror and sorrow in his wake . Mythology claims hellhounds to be agents of death , savage dogs who drag people into the underworld… well that is all good and true but in the case of Alpha Hayes he is more than just that… he has the ability to drag one’s hell to them and make them live through it while on earth …he can bring you to hell but bringing your hell to you is more fun thus making him known as feared throughout all of the realm.

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I am about to scream but he covers my mouth with his hand and pushes his way inside. He pushes me against the wall. He has a mask on and the only distinctive mark on his face is a scar shaped like a seven on top of his left eyebrow. He moves his hand to his trouser pocket. I am sure he is about to take out a knife or a gun and I try to wiggle out of his hold. But even using just one arm he manages to keep me pressed against the wall. He takes out a folded piece of paper and puts it in my pocket. He opens the door and gets out leaving me standing pressed against the wall. I don't move until I feel someone tap my shoulder. It's Kerrick with a confused look on his face. "Why are you just standi

She was barely an adult and all of a sudden she thought she owned the words out of my mouth. “While we wear these,” I held up my wrists, showing off my chainless shackles to her back. “We’re Hellhounds. It doesn’t matter what pack we were from once upon a time, we’re part of this pack now. We’re Hellhounds and Valefar is our Alpha.”

When I do, the pain returns tenfold to my wounds, and I fall in a heap on the ground. Marvel’s magic and his desire to keep me safe must have prevented the wounds from manifesting into being life-threatening. Without his magic to keep the bleeding and pain at bay, I’m now bleeding out, and the pain is unimaginable. “Harriet!” Marvel yells, reaching for me with his small hands, unsure of how to help. “Child, don’t! She is...” When Antonio reaches for him to pull him away from me, Marvel turns his glare on Antonio, growling menacingly, and his eyes glow an eerie blue, his aura unbelievably strong for a child.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.