Marvel Marauders Novels & Stories

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’.”

Aldrich's POV I had been busy with trying to finalise the acquisition of the bar where I met Mara yesternight when my wolf started becoming restless and even my chest twisted painfully. I had disregarded it as nothing, until my wolf echoed that Mara was in danger. I didn't waste time. Me and my BlueMoon Reapers MC rode here on our power bikes and here we are, standing in front of the modest mansion that Evander told me belonged to the Hartwells.

Third Person POV. Marcel's mansion is brimmed with burly men. His small army of eight men who were huge like Greek gods. Three among them were wolves. The very first set of men he converted into his army. The rest were humans, sired to him. Marcel basked in their loyalty, something he wished to enjoy once he eradicated Logan and Slayers to become the ultimate alpha. The eight burly men stood before me in a circle as Marcel paced back and forth, waiting for Yato.

Monolith’s death—guard her, kill! Mara moved right, cropped black hair glinting under a hood, brown eyes fierce, dagger drawn, its blade gleaming, palm scar raw but steady. Her leather tunic was slashed, arm bandage tight, guilt over Milo fueling her rage, Jasper’s warmth her root, Sam’s trust her blade. The iron scent choked her, runes’ hum a taunt, the monolith a target. Ember, her wolf, growled, fiery, tail lashing. She’s pack, Mara. Blood binds—cut, guard!

They were a family after all, more so than any mortal knew given their hidden beast blood and as a result bonded via a loyalty unwavering. Marrok Phalen Kenneally aka Brick was the de facto leader of the club whom had put the idea together after catching a biker gang unawares during one of his patrols to keep mortals away from the Moonwood pack's territory. The idea of open roads and endless freedom appealed more and more to him especially when he and his father regularly clashed about his future and potential duties as Alph of the pack when his time came to step down. Brick had no intention of assuming the old man's mantle, especially when the last thing he wanted was to be stuck amid the e

Carli is holding Aly, pouting at Parker to have another. That was a fun trip. I had a lot of girl time while Valentine and Marvel hung out with Ben, Parker, and the warriors. Marvel wanted to hang out with the warriors whenever he wasn’t with Rosie. There were these two in particular he seemed to always gravitate towards: Mitch and Mark Meyers. They were good sports about entertaining him and Calum, along with their nephews and many of the other littles in the pack. They were like everyone’s fun uncles. Marvel was enamored with them. He has a picture of them holding him during one of the morning training sessions in his room.

she asked curiously as she latched onto the elder’s arm before they all gathered under the makeshift roof they had made from leaves, twigs and a couple length of twine from the Huntress. “There are more out into the world, young one.” The Huntress told the younger with a smile. “And I can’t name them all.” She said much to younger’s disappointment, though she could sense that the younger probably believed about the puckwedgie but had decided not let it ruin her mood. “And what are the ones you could recall?” Tivona asked, “Can you please just give me just one? Please?” she pleaded. “As you wish,” she conceeded to the younger’s wishes much to Aedre’s annoyance. “They say that mermaids exists.

Morgott smiled and said, “I can now go all out. It’s time to show my strength.” “What do you mean you can go all out?” James got up and patted him on the shoulder. “The was has been ceased. Your task has been completed.” Then, while Morgott was confused, James turned to look at Marius and Hankin. “You two, please guard this area. We have to meet our allies.” After that, he flew over to Marius with the secondary Marauder token. “You and Xalvador will control the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors, including the Alcide beings and living beings here. When in doubt, you three can make the decision.”