Marvel Prism Novels & Stories

He tried to drag me off the tower. I kicked him away, blasting him with a pulse of kinetic force that turned him to dust. But two more took his place. They swarmed over me. Piling on. Trying to bury me in dead weight. "Get off!" I roared inside my helmet. I flared my aura. A shockwave of heat exploded from my suit. The water around me boiled. The bodies closest to me disintegrated. But there were thousands of them. I gritted my teeth. I kept one hand on the interface, maintaining the connection. With the other hand, I fought. I punched a businessman in the chest, shattering his ribcage. I elbowed a soldier in the face. I looked up. The first lens was aligned. Two more to go. Turn! I screamed

Keysha is very sure that Marvel might have remembered it, even if little by little. "Yeah, you're the woman in the strawberry garden, right?" replied Marvel. Hearing Marvel's answer, Keysha sighed. Evidently, Marvel didn't remember who Keysha was; he only remembered the last time they met before he fainted. After seeing Marvel's condition, the Doctor spoke to both of Marvel's parents. The Doctor had carried out further examinations, and the result was that Marvel had a concussion, which made him lose his memory. This could be temporary or permanent. The doctor advised Marverl not to be forced to remember because that would actually be fatal to his brain function; the brain would be forced to

Which meant I could practice with the wand and the prism. Joy blooms in my chest as I hurry back to my dorm room. My hands shake as I flick on the light and take out my wand. The weight of my backpack assures me the prism is inside. I ease my sweater out of my backpack and unwrap the prism. My breaths are hard and fast. If I can get the magic right, I can see Ben and Kiarr tonight. I pick up the prism from the middle of the sweater and my heart stops. There is a huge gash in the prism.

Iron restraints locked around my wrists and ankles. "Today I'm using the Soul Prism." He turned to the control panel. "I'm going to pull every memory out of your blood and show this entire Covenant exactly who you've been protecting." The Soul Prism descended — a sphere of black crystal shot through with veins of deep red, built centuries ago from the compressed soul cores of thirty vampires. It pressed against the base of my skull. The resonance began as a low hum. Cael threw himself against the base of the chair. "Stop. She'll die." He grabbed my hand. "Vera, just tell them. Please just say the name—"

Without hesitation, she ordered a soldier to remove Cris from the area, unwilling to put her sister in harm's way. As the bells began to ring out loud and clear, everyone stopped in their tracks, knowing exactly what it meant. The Mask Princess was accompanied by her allies, including Marco, Avoi, General Alfonso, and even General Ybarra, as they prepared to face the unknown together.

—a floating monolith of archived history—and swung himself into a landing on a platform made of Compressed-Silence. Above them, the aperture of the bridge hummed with a cold, sterile light. Standing at the edge was the Alpha-Prime 2.0. Her silver hair shimmered like a dying star, and her eyes—that chilling, calculated violet—looked down at them not with hatred, but with a terrifying Indifference.

It moved at the speed of thought, a pillar of fire aimed directly at the heart of Aethelgard. The beam hit. The city didn't explode. Instead, the newly installed "Prism-Shield" caught the beam. The reactive glass didn't just reflect the light; it broke it into a million prismatic shards. The killing stroke was scattered into a harmless, beautiful rainbow that painted the salt-flats in every color of the spectrum. The Southern Interceptors, momentarily blinded by the sudden explosion of refracted light, wavered. "Now!" Audrey roared. "The Soot-Team! Out onto the salt! Cut those anchors!"

—programs that duplicated themselves, altered the gravity of the zone, and created fake corridors that dropped players into bottomless pits of white static. "I found the routing node!" Jax screamed, glitching through a wall of solid neon light. At the center of a massive, shifting geometric plaza floated the Sun Prism—a massive, multifaceted crystal that controlled the power grid for the entire digital and physical sector. It was guarded by a swirling vortex of corrupted code, a localized firewall designed to instantly delete unauthorized users. "I can't get close enough to inject the Key!" Jax yelled, dodging a tendril of black static that lashed out from the vortex. "The firewall is too de

Amaris I jolt awake; the urge to get out of here is all-consuming. What is going on? I ask, the need for answers just as strong as the need to bolt. ‘Something—' she begins but then stops, as if reanalyzing whatever is making us feel this way. Then, suddenly, panic surges throughout my entire body as she states, ’Mate! Something is coming that will put him in danger. We cannot go to him yet, we must prepare.’