Marvel Quill Novels & Stories

" True. Is Athena his girlfriend?" " Girlfriend?" Quill snorts, chuckling silently. " I'm not gonna lie to you, Ava, the Xavier brothers aren't known for keeping girlfriends." " Why's that?" " Nobody wants a liability I guess. Girls are too demanding. This minute they want attention, the next one they want you to take them for vacation, and give them your all in all. Often times, they're clingy as shit. They're never satisfied. They don't even know what they even want." Quill rambles. I chuckle. He's kinda right though.

Not to mention that Shaquelle made a cake with four colors, dominant green with the hulk, yellow with batman, red with spiderman, blue and red from captain america. Everyone looked very happy until the event was over, and gave lots of gifts to those who came. And now it's Elvano's turn to sit among the piles of gifts with Shaquelle immortalizing on her camera. "I want a photo with Mommy and Uncle too." said Elvano innocently.

The gold spread below the orb and shaping into a pen. “A quill pen?” Jai tilted his head. ‘I don’t remember the thing Yaju held was that big.’ “It’s the Flaming Quill. Its size follows the space it’s kept, and it’s a curse for those who wish it for selfish reasons, directly or not,” she said, as if she could read his mind. Jai looked back at her, slight surprise could be seen on his face. “Did you just read my mind?” he reflexively asked.

"You may have never met Mr. Quill, but perhaps he's been quietly watching you this whole time. It would explain all the gifts." Belinda blushed, feigning bashfulness. Deep inside, she was smug. Just then, Thomas turned to Ivory. "Ms. Ivory, Mr. Quill wants to see you upstairs." In truth, Ivory had known for a long time that the so-called legendary Mr. Quill was Wilson. The stoic heir had an aversion to women, was a retired member of the special forces, shared Wilson's surname, and also liked Belinda… They shared numerous overlapping characteristics, making it difficult to overlook.

“I can’t believe you guys made up,” Quill stabs his pancake, a sullen look on his face. He then points the pancake at me, and I watch the maple syrup drip all over the table, as he continues in an aggrieved tone. “That boy is trouble. And he’s weird. Like, what is a Level Three student doing with a Level One student. What’s he up to? You know the answer to that question? No good! That’s what!”

"Alaric keeps it locked, but the door was open and I saw it and I thought - Mira, it's a Duskbane quill. Your family's. It signs automatically once it touches paper. You don't even have to -" I took it. The weight was wrong for a feather. It was bone, polished and carved with runes so fine they disappeared when you looked directly at them, visible only in peripheral vision. The particular craftsmanship of a bloodline that had learned to write contracts with powers that didn't negotiate in spoken language. I pressed the quill to the first notebook that reached me. It moved.

He opened the door. Gestured slightly. “Milady.” I snorted. Eli laughed. Ava approved. The drive was chaos. Immediate chaos. “Have you seen the new Marvel trailer?” Eli asked. Marcus nodded. “I have.” Ava leaned forward. “They’re misdirecting the plot.” Marcus looked interested. “Go on.” And just like that, I was no longer part of the conversation. They went deep. Characters. Timelines. Theories. Eli talking fast. Ava correcting him.

Quinn said urgently, grabbing Chase's hand to flee. "Are you talking about Taggart? Don't worry, he's already dead," Chase said with a smile. "Dead? How is that possible? Did you kill him?" Quinn asked incredulously. "No. You did," Chase explained about the Golden Voodoo Silkworm's actions. As he spoke, Quinn's aura stabilized at stage-nine martial lord. She finally noticed the changes in her body. With a thought, the Golden Voodoo Silkworm appeared in her hand, chirping as if seeking praise.

“You’re an old man, Grandma Quill. Surely you can’t do those things anymore, right? Is that why your strength increased even when you didn't castrate yourself?” Quill rolled his eyes, then glared furiously at Penny. “Do you still want to get married or not? Stop spouting nonsense!” He then looked at Harvey. “Words aren’t enough to thank you, Harvey. I won’t be long-winded, either.” Darwin and the higher-ups cupped their hands together in front of Harvey. “Thank you for your guidance, Mr. York.” “Don’t mention it. It’s no big deal.” Harvey smiled. He was about to say something else, but suddenly…

"And it doesn't freak you out?" "Nope. Guess I've always been good with weird." Hawk snorted as he rolled his eyes. "Weird, huh? That's what we are to you?" "The weirdest I've ever met," Lilly teased, "but I'm not complaining. Keeps life interesting." Quill leaned back, inspecting his work before dabbing it with ointment. "Good thing you like weird, or this would've cost you double." "Worth it," she declared, swinging her foot carefully to admire the design. "This is perfect."