Marvel Rivals Baddies Novels & Stories

I can’t help it, his responses are just too cold and frustrating. Luca looks at me like I am insane. This is why I end up shooting these idiots. The mafia has somehow made them robotic with very little compassion and absolutely no communication skills. “You are a Davi,” he says and I finally get why he is giving me the cold shoulder. The irony about our rivalry is that our men end up so deeply involved in the war they know nothing about that they end up fighting each other. They sometimes clash even more than us, the people who should be fighting.

The opposing team’s colors, deep crimson and black were swarming the neutral zone, led by the one man who existed just to ruin my life. Ryder Volkov. His black hair was damp with sweat, clinging to his forehead, and his blue eyes were fixed on me with. I knew he had the most annoying smirk underneath his helmet. I really hated this guy and words didn't do justice to how I felt about him. "Watch your back, Elias," Jason yelled, but it was too late.

Two prominent companies in sustained competition drew attention toward the competition and away from everything else. He thought about that. About how much of their history looked different now. Every aggressive move Lucian had made in the market, every deal they had fought over, every public friction between Thorne Dynamics and Kael's company had created noise. Sustained, legitimate, well-documented noise. The kind that made both of them visible in ways that had nothing to do with Adrian. The rivalry hadn't just been real. It had been useful. Kael pressed his thumb against his mouth and stared at the screen.

Someone near the back said something I couldn't catch, and someone else laughed quietly. I did not turn to follow him. I stared straight ahead and kept my heartbeat as controlled as I could manage, which was becoming more difficult by the second. I knew his reputation. Everyone did. Ronan Bloodcrest had broken a Daxton heir's arm in a sparring match at fourteen and apologised to no one. He and Kieran had a history that spanned years. Brutal inter-pack trials, ranking competitions where both of them had walked away bleeding, a rivalry that people talked about the way they talked about old wars.

I tell Ben as he and Calum act like secret agents, sneaking stealthily down the hall. “Video games are bad for the brain, Alpha,” Ben whisper-yelled to me. “Yeah! Bad bain,” Calum repeated his dad’s words. I cross my arms and shake my head, watching them as they make their bad decision. Marvel is not going to react kindly to this. Sure enough, thirty seconds later, Marvel roars in his little alpha voice, and out come Ben and Calum running for the back door, Marvel hot on their heels, a fierce look over his face.

Every strike carried years of rivalry. "You always thought you were better than me ‚" Killian spat. "But you were weak hiding in shadows while I did the real work. And now you think you can take this pack from me??" Jake’s eyes burned with resolve. "Real weakness is letting your greed own you. That’s something I never did." With a fierce cry‚ Jake countered Killian’s strike‚ pushing him back. The tide was turning. Elsewhere on the battlefield‚ Sharon met a familiar face Mirabel. The former friend turned nemesis stood with claws bared ‚ her every move confident and cruel.

“It’s the Romano family. They’re moving against us.” Leonardo didn’t even blink. “Of course they are.” Amara clenched her jaw. The Romanos had been waiting for a chance to strike for months. She had warned Leonardo that his enemies were getting bold, but he had been too focused on—HER. Leonardo’s grip tightened around the gun, but his focus remained on Amara. As if the looming threat of war was just an inconvenience compared to *losing her*. Then, he smiled. A slow, knowing smile.

“And what about our enemies?” He turned to face her, his gaze intense. “They’re coming. I can feel it. But they’re going to regret it.” --- Lingering Threats The first signs of discontent came from unexpected places. A rival mafia family, the Cattani, had begun mobilizing, sending their men into the streets, looking for signs of vulnerability. But Rafael was no fool. He’d been keeping tabs on the Cattanis for years, and the move was too obvious to be anything more than a bluff.

“Sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Giggles come from behind her, I cock my head to the side and I see the girls. Her friends, minions, name it, that’s them. Four of them. Charlotte. Riley. Chloe and Zoey, the only twins at our school. They follow Liv around like their lives depend on it. They are not like the usual minions, they genuinely care about their master. Massaging my stiff shoulders, I turn to my locker, reminding myself to ignore her. She hates being ignored more than anything else in the world but Maria does not take kindly to my silence. “Of course you didn’t see her, you blind bat.”

Their glances spoke volumes, wordlessly communicating their mutual distrust and simmering rivalry. Upon closer inspection, I noticed the distinctive patches adorning their vests, or as Krystal would jokingly refer to them as "cuts." Some displayed the emblem of the Gold Vipers, while others proudly sported the insignia of the Devil's Rangers. The contrasting symbols spoke volumes, hinting at a simmering rivalry that hung heavily in the air, fraught with unspoken tension.