Marvel Hellcat Novels & Stories

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Yanked hard by her hair, I growled to let my men know, " Fucking Hell Mateo! She is from Russian Bravta. How the fuck they know about this?" Italian Mafia members had tattoos of lion heads. The same goes for Russian Bravta who used bird's tattoo with broken wings. The girl's face paled in no time. Before I could use more harsh treatment on her, she pulled out another gun from her own waist. Then..BAM.... She shot straight into her head, blood spurting out of her skill. My face hardened in defeat. She came all prepared from the beginning. Now that the news had slipped past the Russian Bravta, my position was at risk. My current team was no longer a secret place.

He needs to back off and leave me the hell alone. I start Sally up again, turn on her air, and pull onto Cactus Road heading east to I-17 south. I then take Dunlap east to 7th Avenue, turn left and backtrack north to Hatcher. It's the quickest route. Terry the Fairy's office is off Hatcher on the side of a strip mall in Sunnyslope's Wendell Police District. It's how I know Terry. This is the district I worked. There are some decent areas in Sunnyslope, but it's mostly known for its eclectic crazies. I say eclectic because where else can you find a large community of homeless individuals with animal companions. Not just dogs either. Mama Kane has a goat and Cucumber Bill has a desert tortoise

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

It should be desert camouflage, but Hailie has sprayed it with…a dazzling, pearlescent "Barbie pink." On the side of the vehicle, her signature, "Hailie," is displayed in huge, sparkling rhinestones. A huge, fluffy Hello Kitty doll hung from the front bumper. The four wheels were plated in a tacky rose gold. “My ‘Pink Hellfire’!” Hailey proudly spread her arms, as if introducing her masterpiece. “I originally wanted to buy a motorhome… but that arms dealer insisted this one was safe! Bulletproof, blast-proof, zombie-proof! I spent fifty million dollars modifying it! The interior is all Italian lambskin! And a starry sky headliner!”

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

‘She must have tried to shift as she fought off the attackers,’ I thought. I saw the blinking of a light somewhere far away. Intrigued, I walked towards the source. It was her phone. The battery was just about to die. It was two percent. I picked it up and unlocked it, thankful that she hadn’t changed the password. The first thing I saw was a webpage. My eyebrows lifted. ‘WEREPANTHERS MASSACRED.’ “Goddess,” I muttered. The room all of a sudden became chilly and I rubbed my forearms.

Why can't I make my body do what I want? I got this. I feel my panther ripping through, and my vision finally returns. A man is now scooting away from me, hand holding the giant gash in his face my panther had given him when he came out. His eye was hanging by a thread, and blood was soaking the black sweatshirt he was wearing. "Fuck!" He gargles as my panther tears into him, finishing him. I can see a cloth clutched in one of his hands. It smells like chemicals.

My jaw drops. In front of me stands a massive ember wolf with four heads—that’s right, four heads each with razor-sharp teeth. Fire rippling through her fur. She takes off, tearing the two witches apart without even stopping. She is in front of her beta in a flash and shreds the witch within seconds. Her beta shifts into a deep black wolf with fire-red eyes and black smoke coming off of her. Andricia lifts all four snouts to the sky and lets out a howl. Instantly, every pack member of hers shifts into the same black wolf, with black smoke trickling off of them. Hellhounds—they are a pack of hellhounds. They all rip the witches apart quickly, and the witches start to retreat.

His mouth, nose, and ears moved around his head and face like light through a kaleidoscope. Heppni finally got herself under control, wiping the tears from under her eyes. "Let me introduce you to the real Hellion. Or Hel as he's been called since the dawn of time. A literal chameleon who can take the shape of anything or anyone. The love of his life is the only person who can save him. As the eons pass, his magic grows more unstable. More devastating." "Why haven't you helped him?" Saint asked her. "He's your brother."