Marvel Quill Novels & Stories

Marvel asked Valentine. Valentine wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder. “It lets everyone who sees it know that your mommy is my mate. It’s like a wedding ring, only better because she can never take it off.” “Oh,” Marvel says, then cranes his head to look all around Valentine’s neck. “Where is your mark? Stupid Ben and Fick have them.” He smiles softly. “Your mama isn’t a werewolf like me and you, so she can’t mark me like I did to her. Quinn and Courtney are both werewolves too, so they can mark their mates back.”

“Mr. Quentyn, you’ve truly retrieved the token. This is fantastic news! You have no idea. Hankin was a useless fool, so—” “Enough!” Quentyn interrupted impatiently. “Since you want it, take it. Just remember to keep your promises.” With a flick of his wrist, the Marauder Token floated toward Emperor Qadeer. Grasping it as though it were a priceless treasure, he turned and waved the token. A purple-golden light enveloped the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors, causing them to raise their weapons in unison, their killing intent surging. Among them were the Marauder Warriors manifested by Lesia, Yianni, and Morgott. James burst into laughter as he watched the scene.

“And what if my secret is that I’m some sort of monster?” “We’ll never be scared of you.” Quill just grins down at me. “I’m supposed to have alpha werewolf blood in my veins. It would be embarrassing if I let myself be intimidated so easily.” My lips twitch as he adds, “I’m team monster all the way.”

“It looks like I have a conscience. Something you clearly don’t have.” Marvel’s face darkened with rage. “Watch your mouth, boy. I’ve given you everything, the best coaches, the best equipment, this house, this life. And you repay me by sneaking around with some queer figure skater? After everything I’ve done to make sure you become a real man?”

"Check again..." Mariana, as well as the others, quickly turned around to check the injured's desks but something had already changed. The spilled ink and the scorched quill were still on the floor. The blood, however, magically disappeared. "Anti-cheating quills," Theresa said loudly, enough for everyone to hear. "'Explodes' whenever someone attempts cheating while using it. Never hurts, but it puts anyone nearby under an illusion that the user's hand exploded with the quill. It was created by the Elves."

Marvin inhales on getting to the exit of the building where the werecouncil was meeting. It was the headquarters of Havillah Industries, a company that was always controlled by the Alpha Supreme of the US since several generations. His wolf has been weirdly calm ever since they laid eyes on their new mate, Gabriella probably just as shocked as Marvin was about their new mate. She was extremely beautiful even with how stoic she acted and managed to stir his loins which he wasn't sure if it was an effect of the mate bond or if he truly found her attractive.

"You ready for this, Quill? You think you can take all of me?" "Please, Miller... give it to me," Quill whimpered. Her voice was cracked and dry from all the screaming she had done. "I want to be filled. I want to feel how big you are. Fuck me like a toy!"

Quill and asked, "Well then, what about you, Ms. Quill? What do you have to offer?" As everyone turned toward the young woman who had not spoken for a while, she rolled her eyes and snorted in disdain. "What are you looking at me for?" she snapped haughtily at Mobius. "I don't have any treasure that would match theirs, but don't you accept money?" Mobius simply smiled and shook her head at her, leaving Ms. Quill pursing her lips. "Then forget it." She huffed, rising to her feet. "Bloodcrane Spiritbloom? Spiritron vein? Hah! Sounds mysterious, but they all look like fancy trinkets to me…"

Quill and I decide to go to the gardens, waving away curious stares from butlers, and maids. The wedding planner storms past me, giving me a dirty look, but she stops when Quill places a protective arm around me, pulling me outside. On a whim, I curl into his warmth, forgetting for a moment that he's not Mason; werewolves run on a higher temperature, and since I chilled so easily, it was one of the few things I appreciated. And a bonus; Quill smells like clean clothes and soap. Mason mostly smelled like raw meat, and outside scentst hat I could never pinpoint at times.

Tony The woman, who I didn't recognize, was barely there. She looked at Quillan with a calculating, almost malicious gaze that made me want to shield him from her gaze. I signed Quillan out of daycare and grabbed his things. The phantom of a woman remained in my peripheral vision, making me feel like I was being stalked. "…we colored. The crayons were really nice, and we made wolf ears," Quillan said. "Do you think mommy would like wolf ears?"