Marvel Rivals Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Does he own this place? I have every right to be here.” Alaric raised an eyebrow. “No need for the attitude. I was just concerned about you, you know. We’ve known each other long enough.” They’d known each other a long time, yes, but they’d never been friends. From grade school through high school and even into the business world, they were often compared. Their families worked in similar industries, and they were close in age. Their rivalry started when they first met at six years old, in one summer incident where Lena accidentally hit Alaric with a ball. He thought she was rude; she thought he was soft. They’d been at odds ever since.

I smile at her, “Thank you.” It’s obvious that the healer in Martin wishes he could have done something for her. I put my hand on his shoulder. Immediately a low growl escapes Maverick. I turn my head towards him and raise my eyebrow. A flash of guilt crosses Mavericks face. As it does, a warm feeling settles in my stomach. I like that he’s possessive and jealous. After the spar we join the other students in the lounge. We pick up rumours and speculations on what happened and who did it. Not unsurprisingly two names are mentioned frequently; Hartley and Alpha John. No one questions their motive: pure lust.

"I believe we're done with this meeting, you and I can't work since you're my rival" "Your father's rival", Marvin cuts in. "Whatever, it makes no difference", she sighs. "There's a lot of difference actually" "I don't care though. I, Gabriella Rachael Stone, an alpha and daughter of the alpha of the Red Moon pack, reject you Marvin Hale, alpha of the Moonstone pack, as my mate"

That spot is now mine. Marvel is going to make a strong alpha one day, just like me. Everyone keeps saying he is Valentine’s spitting image, but I know he actually looks more like me. Acts more like me too. I don’t think Valentine was as fierce or protective as this kid. Maybe towards Courtney, who was always his best friend growing up, but Marvel’s protectiveness over his mother is on a different level. Probably learned a bit of that from Lucy here. Lucy threatened me quite a bit back in the day too. Marvel definitely has an alpha’s dominance and his possessiveness when it comes to Vivian. When the kid finds his mate, she will have her hands full reigning him in.

“Visitor’s room is down the other hall, Hartwell.” The use of my last name, my father’s name, in that tone, felt like a deliberate provocation. Marvel’s jaw tightened. Buzzcut chuckled. “She was just telling us how she doesn’t support any team, Cap. Neutral party.” I saw the misunderstanding solidify in Marvel’s eyes. He thought I’d been chatting with them. With Ray Collins. “I was waiting for you,” I said to Marvel, emphasizing the last word. But the damage was done. The pride of a losing player, the presence of a rival who seemed to dominate every space he entered, and the girlfriend caught in the middle of it all created a perfect, toxic cocktail.

I was going to meet this coward and make them regret every single photo, every threat, every time they made Riven look so scared. I slipped the phone into my pocket and headed inside, shaking water from my hair. Part of me was glad — eager, even. I couldn’t wait to throw the first punch. Whoever this was, they seemed obsessed with Riven. The way they said “leave him alone”… it wasn’t just about rivalry or some random stalker. It felt personal. Who the hell could they be? Someone from his past? A jealous teammate? Someone who knew he was an omega? I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, eyes closed. The image of Riven tugging down his collar flashed in my mind again — vulnerable, t

I even added the Kellian’s part because I wanted it to be out there instead of hitting him with it once he starts getting used to the idea of Nicholas and I sharing a mate. “There’s another person involved.” He shouted out. I shushed him again. He covered his mouth with his hand and moved closer to me. “Kellian as in the alpha of the Gold Moon pack?” He asked, I nodded. “No way, you mean to tell me that you share your mate with not one but two of your biggest enemies? What kind of sorcery is this or are you joking? Are you making things up just to make me lose my mind because I came to bug you?”

Just as his filthy hand was about to touch me— A powerful arm shot out from behind me, locking onto Raphael’s wrist like a vise. “Agh—!” Raphael cried out, dropping to his knees. Marcello threw his hand aside in disgust, took a handkerchief from a bodyguard, and leisurely wiped his fingers. “Didn’t I tell you,” Marcello said, looking down on him, “that if I ever saw you harassing my wife again, I’d chop you into shark bait?” “Falcone…” Raphael was drenched in a cold sweat from the pain, but in front of his rival, his ridiculous pride made him grit his teeth and look up. “Don’t get too comfortable… you’ve got her brainwashed! She loves me! We have history!”

Marvel was a product of single parenting, her parents had divorce when they were little and she had stayed with her mother because then, she was just three years old while Mirabel went with their father. Actually, I only met Mirabel twice. Once during our matriculation when I had only met marvel a few days before the matriculation day and the second time when the sister had to go back and had come to see marvel for a last hug before she left and since then she had just come back. "It's been like five years now, she must be so excited.” Diane chipped in. "Let me get you some bottled water from the cafeteria.” Diane wanted to stand up to go get me some water but I stopped her before she did.

Godfather Marcelo collected the phone and brought it to his ear. "Hey there, friend," Lord Venom stretched. Godfather Marcelo curled his fist. He doesn't like Venom's guts, but he has to work with him if he wants to win the battle. "Why did you call?" Marcelo asked. He could hear Venom's mockery laughter from the background. They were both rivals and now, they are working together. "Your anger is not necessary at this rate," "Venom," Marcelo muttered through gnashed teeth. "Friendship and anger don't get along,"