Marvel Prism Novels & Stories

She walked down those stairs slowly. Nothing seemed different but she felt a strange energy around herself and her gut wasn’t wrong. Something was indeed different. There was a keychain in the front zipper of Siana’s bag- a round clear glass with gold edges- it had been a gift from her friend. And the weird part was that it was glowing green at that moment. Siana wasn’t able to see it because it was behind her but this had never happened before. Another thing that she didn’t notice was that behind her was another green glow…a pair of green eyes…

The controls lit up around me—joysticks, screens, a helmet resting in the cradle. I put the helmet on. The visor flickered, displaying a Heads-Up Display. SYSTEM ONLINE. WELCOME, PRINCESS MARINA. "No," I said into the mic. "I'm Marigold." BIOMETRIC SCAN... MISMATCH. USER: MARIGOLD FORBES. ACCESS GRANTED. The screens shifted. Weapon systems. Navigation. Engine status. "Engine status?" I asked. FUEL CELLS: 100%. CAPABILITY: STEALTH. SPEED: MACH 2. ARMAMENT: 2x MISSILES, 1x RAILGUN.

with the Amethyst-Caste and the remaining Symmetrics to create a "Global-Shield." "We have to 'Broadcast' a 'Life-Signature' that the Martian sensors can't ignore," Avery told the Council. "If we can show them that the 'Blue-Standard' is stable—that we aren't 'Infected' but 'Integrated'—we might stop the mirrors." "But we are infected, Avery!" Marcus shouted. "The 'Amethyst-Children' are part-Sombra. The 'Pearl-Stone' is part-Sombra. If the Martians see any violet in the spectrum, they’ll push the button."

"And I am not the Monster! I am the BRIDGE!" The Primal Spindle didn't just break; it Resonated. The necrotic violet light of the vault was swallowed by the Resonant Marrow of a woman who was no longer afraid of her own hunger. Valerius Prime was thrown back, his bone-throne shattering into a billion shards of prehistoric dust. The magnetite vault began to Incorporate the Wild.

Adam laughed at his, his lips returning to my neck as he pulled off his own shirt. "I think the word you're looking for is perfect," he said, his hands sliding up my skirt. "No." I said. "That's not it..." "Sexy?" "No." "Then what?" I thought about it for a moment. "Primal." Adam smiled as he pulled off his belt. "Darling, I can show you primal..."

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

“What did I just do?” Across from her, Alden Rowe seemed thinner now, his outline blurring at the edges like fog dissolving in morning light. “You accepted the watch,” he said. “The light answers to the one who chooses it.” “I didn’t choose anything!” she shot back. “You said the town—” “And you stayed.” Another tremor rippled through the cliff, but weaker this time. Below, the massive shape sank slowly into darker water. Not gone. Just deeper. Waiting. Mara forced herself to look at the lens. It was no longer cracked and dusty. The glass shimmered, polished and whole, casting a beam far across the ocean. Symbols faintly glowed along the brass frame—spirals and wave-like markings she had nev

EZRA'S POV The footage had been running for about what? Forty minutes before I realized I was yet to blink. I reached up quickly and pressed two fingers against my right eye, just to confirm if I could still blink. I didn't want things going wrong when I was this close to my goals. Luckily for me, I could still blink so I looked back at the screen. Ice Princes Of Hell. To be very honest, the name was ridiculous. What were they trying to do? Intimidate their rivals before putting on a show?

"The prototype in the Koti vault is live. Vikram has a static barrier anchored around this room. Your displacement fields won't protect you from a kinetic round anymore." Alistair’s smile didn't fade. He didn't even look at his brother. "A static barrier from a fifty-year-old prototype? Efficient for a few seconds, Marcus. But completely irrelevant against the raw output of the Prime Anchor." Alistair pressed a sequence on his controller. A blinding pulse of absolute white light erupted from the shattered marble fountain behind him. The floor split open, revealing a vertical shaft that dropped down into the glowing heart of the Shimla Vault. A massive, ten-foot-tall brass ring—the twin of th

​The Hijacking of the Manta ​The carrier was a beauty of dark engineering. Its hull was made of "Void-Glass," a material that absorbed both light and radar. It sat on the helipad, its engines humming with a low, predatory vibration. ​Standing in front of the boarding ramp was a figure Leo hadn't expected to see again. It was the Synthetic Prime, or at least, a version of it. This one was more refined, its face a chillingly accurate recreation of Leo’s father, but with eyes that were nothing more than black voids.