Marvel Natasha Novels & Stories

“There’s something else out there. A big settlement that still has power. We need supplies. Medicine. Weapons. If we’re going to survive… we may need to go there.” Rowan joined them, overhearing the last part. “We’ll plan it in the morning. Get some rest, Lieutenant. You’ve earned it.” But as Natasha lay down later in her small tent, sleep didn’t come easily. She kept seeing Josh’s face. The way he had turned away from her. The sound of the van engine as they took her away. She touched the faint glow on her wrist and closed her eyes. She was no longer the woman who had begged for love in a dying marriage. She was something stronger now. And the world was about to find out exactly what that m

It was the fact that we were up against a very strong force. And I suspected that the Circle, and some people in Weasels were in on it. “Gentlemen,” A familiar voice said, as a figure emerged from a portal. “Missed me?” Natasha had changed into a beautiful flowing skirt that hugged her curves. And a short scarf-like blouse that exposed her belly. Her bow and arrow were hung on her back. “Perhaps,” I shrugged. She took her seat close to Qyle and crossed her legs. “Don't bother seducing him. Other women aside from Mirah are just walking walls in his eyes.” Qyle smirked.

A/N: This chapter has multiple POV to help you understand other characters.Enjoy😜 MARCO'S POV She is so beautiful.When the first time I saw her picture she reminded me of my bereaved wife.Yes,I was married to a beautiful and kind women.I was a mafia gang leader and I failed to protect the women I loved.And watching Natalia is surely God's gift. I'm a bastard and I slapped her for keeping up the pretence.But I won't allow anyone to mistreat her anymore.She is mine...And I'm not going to lose her this time.That is why when Ivan and that whore Katherine hurt her,I couldn't resist treating her wounds.

One such example is Natalia. Consider this: she may appear sophisticatedly sexy, desirable, and a brat, but you will never believe that you can survive being with her on an island.She's a very clever and full-of-initiative woman. She's not that bad, right? I mean, she's perfect. Really, she is a spoiled brat, but she almost knew about the basics of outdoor living. Come on, isn't she dashingly amazing? Wow. Just wow!

she asked. “No. I think he wanted to know if you were my human servant, and you told him that by the look on your face. I think you were tortured and watched your daughter be tortured. I think it broke something inside you, and you are taking it out on the bastard who broke you. I think you’re starting to feel bad about what you’ve done.” “I’ve fought and killed wolves before, Nathaniel.” “Did you feel bad afterward?”

She ordered for some maids to bring some first aid to treat my wounds. “I’m a werewolf Natasha, I’ll heal naturally in little time” I protested. “Not if it has an infection”, she argued. The air becomes charged with a mixture of vulnerability and suppressed emotions. Natasha's unwavering presence invites me to let go, to release the burdens I've carried for so long. Yet, I fight against it, unwilling to expose the depths of my emotions. As she finishes cleaning my wounds, Natasha glances up, meeting my gaze once again. There's a softness in her eyes, an understanding that transcends words. She reaches out, placing a hand on my cheek, her touch both tender and comforting.

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 is still sleeping peacefully. "Do not tell or mention anything about the cause of death of Elyse to Natasha. Don't ever mention that she has anything to do with that because she doesn't." Ezra just nodded. "Natasha is our kind, Ezra. She is a vampire." "What?" Natasha, who just woke up asked. "What did you just say, Valerian?" Valerian quickly turned to her and attended to her when she attempted to get up. "Don't give up just yet, you need rest," Valerian said as he tried to stop Natasha from standing up.

Natalya POV : When he said “THE NIGHTMARE.” I felt something for him, but it definitely wasn’t pity or anything close to that. I just felt drawn to him… nahhh, just kidding. What I felt was pride. Pure, heavy pride, like I was wearing some thick garment over my shoulders. I could hear people everywhere, “Natalya, Natalya, Natalya.” It was... oh my God so damn cool. My head was already losing its normal shape, swelling with pride.

She had thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose bridge, and a stunning face comparable to Audrey Hepburn. She appeared in the hall of the golden palace and called out to Zeus, who stood at the crystal window overlooking the sacred city. “Father, why don’t you help Apollo? Vataco is a heinous person. I hate him!” She was Natasha Sainsbury, Zeus' youngest daughter and his most beloved daughter. In the sacred city, Natasha held the title of the purest princess and was the object of admiration in the hearts of all the men. Moreover, Natasha had another identity in the outside world—a pop star!