Marvel Quake Novels & Stories

I take a breath, trying to calm myself, and tip my head up. It's a hairline, but it’s there–a crack that splits the low ceiling of the ice tunnel in half directly above our heads. Spiderweb-like fractures spread around its main channel, but then it stops, and a low rumbling vibration echoes toward us in every direction. “We gotta get out of here,” Mark says, rising as much as he can, a wall of bright yellow nylon. “I don’t think that’s because of the drill, though. That was an earthquake.”

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Gordon is planning to carry out another plan after the first one has failed. All of a sudden the building shook so vigorously to the extent that the shelves fell and all sounded, when Karen looked at the big screen it had cracked into two but she could see the subject #79 standing at the door with RPG which it had used to fire on the premise. "That man is planning to use on us a nuclear," Marvin notified Karen who had been terrified by the earthquake of a sudden, "I can sense it but I am too weak right now to do anything, so we have to escape or we will be no more."

She's the only thing he has of his wife. I've see what losing a family member does to the men in this business. Chul-Moo's wife got killed a few years back, he went through a rough couple of years before he got back to normal. That's the thing about us; when we hate, we hate hard but we love even harder. "Miliani! I got her! I got the kid!" Mafalda suddenly exclaims and I immediately hung up the phone I was using on the desk. I rush to her and grab the phone out of her hands, "Hello?"

But the quake could be a sign that they are here. I stopped running when I felt another quake. I would hide behind structures to make sure no one would see me. But unlucky for me, I got caught. Just when I was about to continue running, I felt a strong presence behind me. Without even turning to see it, I can feel how scary its aura is. It is so intimidating. I'm too scared to face it. I imagined it to be bigger and taller than me, like the Hulk of Marvel, even like KingKong, because of its very strong and big presence. "I saw another Earthling, my Prince."

Marcellus ignored his twin's tantrums and continued to feed on the woman strapped between his thighs, having a taste of lyra's blood had worsened his urge to feed and for that reason alone he'd moved away from her to his lair down below the house where he kept his pets. "Bloody calm down." Marcellus retorted in annoyance, "have a sit at least," "Don't fucking tell me to calm down! You called Ryker, that manipulative bastard. Our kind has been safe from them for years now then you call one of them to hunt your brother? What if he turns and decides to bring more of his kind to hunt us down? You have a voodoo queen as an ally, did you even stop to think about asking her for help instead?"

When aftershocks hit, I couldn't dodge in time and got buried under rubble. Back to reality, I glared at them but didn't call them out. Doom was waiting ahead for them. Lumora, a small tourism-dependent country, couldn't handle natural disasters. After the quake, society fell apart. Kidnapping, looting, and other bad things happened everywhere. Around us were all refugees. The collapsed hotel before us echoed with cries for help. It was a mess. I felt lucky to have survived it. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten this second chance.

Julian wipes black ichor from his mouth—smile satisfied. **Julian:** “One queen down. Eleven nests remain. The night is still young.” Remy laughs—wild, relieved. **Remy:** “Who’s next on the menu?” I look up—swarm shadows still dark across the sky, but thinner now. Sirens wail distant—human survivors emerging. News drones hover—broadcasting the victory live. The world watches. **Celeste (voice carrying, crown blazing):** “New York stands. Earth fights back.”

I saw the brilliant, glowing violet avatar of the White Queen plummeting through the debris twenty feet below me. ​I kicked off a falling slab of marble, propelling myself downward. I reached her just as we hit the floor of the catacombs. I wrapped my massive arms around her waist, twisting my body so that my scarred back took the brunt of the impact against the solid stone floor. ​The breath was violently expelled from my lungs. My vision flashed black, but I refused to let go. ​For a moment, the only sound was the raining of debris and the distant, muffled screams of the battle still raging in the stadium above us.

“This stone is warm. That’s… not right.” Kael turned fully toward me. “Lana. Stay behind me.” Before I could answer, the ground vibrated. A low rumble passed beneath our feet — subtle, but unmistakable. My heart lurched as the path in front of us cracked, a thin line splitting the earth. Dren yelped and stumbled back. Warren grabbed him by the collar before he toppled down the slope. Mara drew a blade. “It’s not natural. Something beneath the ground—”