Marvel Marauders Novels & Stories

Marvel asked, with a sudden look of interest. "Of course, Delight is a werewolf. But, she was shot by a silver bullet in her belly. She almost died, it's a miracle she is alive right now." Sassy explained and Marvel opened her mouth in an O shape. "Wow, I didn't know that. So, this silver bullet slows down the healing process, am I right?" She asked and Sassy nodded. "Exactly." She said. "But, coming back to you. You look pretty strong now, I'm sure you can resume work now. I really need all of you. You guys are already a part of my business." Marvel said, with a pleading gaze.

Marvin said. "What do you mean? I'm really getting confused." I replied. "Let's just say, he knows your little secret." Marvin replied. "What secret?" I asked. "He knows that you are the Luna." Marvin answered. My jaw dropped. "He knew all along?" I asked. "Yes. Stark, leader of the werewolf hunters has sworn an oath to his followers." Marvin said. "What oath is that?" I asked. "To bring the head of the luna." Marvin answered. "What?!" I exclaimed.

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

Marcus POV: Marcus Raven, Alpha of the Raven pack and self-proclaimed mad man, stood at the edge of the ridge with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Behind him, his vanguard, led by Tyr, marched into the frost thick expanse of the Whitevale forest. He only took a single glance at his front forces, only to make sure that they were indeed heading in the right direction. This wouldn’t be the first time that a vanguard force had escaped from a war before. He might not have said it in explicitly plain terms, but he was sure that anyone in the vanguard squad who was smart enough already knew what they were.

Geuron pleaded as they seated on the table near the broken glass. “Merfoy lost his mind. He was no longer him, he was Seres. I tried to fight him but he grasp Liana by the neck telling us to step back or he will end her life. He took Liana and they flew. I don’t where they are. Merfoy, I mean, Seres, release Merfoy’s white warriors mixed with his red evil soldiers they surround us. There are countless of them, millions I guess. I made my way out, but that monster eagle suddenly came out of nowhere and grab me from above. I fought, ended up here and now I saw you two. I don’t have any idea where the others are. From what I know they are also fighting the brothers’ warriors,” Maru explained as

he asked as he looked at the eyes of the werewolf soldiers left and all he saw was determination. "Alpha Marvel guide us, and we will go anywhere you go!" the soldiers chorused at once. "I will never forget this. Start packing, We leave for Lumen's pack at night." Alpha Marvel commanded his soldiers and left with Sharon to their chambers as they closed the door behind them. "Hey, sweetheart. I know tomorrow's war is not guaranteed. But…" Before Alpha Marvel finished his statement Sharon closed his lips with a kiss hindering him from finishing his statement as tears rolled down her cheeks while their lips met. And she broke off after a few minutes.

What's the use coming here with him when he can't even say their real status with his parents. She admits that she is not qualified since she can't match his status and glamour. How can an orphan like her match with the famous Acceturo Clan? It's totally understandable. "Mom! Enough of the match making for me, Okay? That's the reason why I was marked as a playboy... The woman you are letting me date is really not my type! they are all superficial... How can I marry that kind of woman? Think about it..." Xavier pleadingly explained to his Mom Divine.

Liora said, sliding into the car. Mavric laughed and pulled her into a sudden, firm embrace. "You're amazing," he whispered against her hair. "You didn't just find a mine. You broke the most powerful cartel in the industry." Liora leaned against him, her adrenaline finally starting to cool. "It’s just the beginning, Mavric." "Marcus is going to be desperate now. And a desperate man is a dangerous man." "He’s already reaching out to 'The Big Bad'," Mavric noted, his voice turning serious.

Shadow smirked “Mason’s participation in the sports competition.” “This bought him under our radar even though he was representing B country.” Ed explained how a casual encounter with Mason’s opponent shed light into the fact that Mason was a nobody from A country who came into money after moving to B country. “Long story short, he has been under our surveillance ever since.” “To answer your question about Marvelle” Shadow paused as he turned to look at Fred before continuing “She is like the sacrificial lamb.” “Mrs Sheridan has a kidney condition which was discovered when she was pregnant with Marvelle. Coincidentally, Marvelle matches the criteria for the donor to the ‘t’.”