Marvel The Maker 소설 & 이야기

Apart from working under Aidan, he was also her personal portal maker. A portal maker was someone who had the license to create a portal whenever they wanted. They had the highest affinity with creating dimension portals and could easily sense an unauthorized portal creation. And yes, the portal maker was a job. There were only a few that could authorize the creation of portals and they needed a license and reason to create one. Ironically, the authorizer could easily abuse such power a.k.a Daud. Yet, Daud shed no concern over it, if anything, he thoroughly enjoyed his rebel phase.

"Mistress, guests are arriving at a fast pace." "Thank you, Bastain," I kept my eyes on the names of the people I had invited. They mainly were my most trusted allies of Pandora, the lords who forever served the Mistress. "Mistress, may I speak from what's on my mind?" "If this is about my costume," I turn my head and sigh. "I had an earful from your wife." The tailor who made my costume was Bastian's wife, Mavelin. She mainly designs and makes the attire for everyone's clothes here—a spider-humanoid with six extra retractable arms to do her work efficiently. Mavelin can create twenty outfits within an hour. She is one of the best.

When Antonio reaches for him to pull him away from me, Marvel turns his glare on Antonio, growling menacingly, and his eyes glow an eerie blue, his aura unbelievably strong for a child. Antonio steps back in surprise, not ready for the power of the boy’s magic. “You stay away! Mommy said I don’t talk to strangers, and I don’t like you! You’re mean to Miss Harriet. Grandpa is going to beat your..” Marvel stops and looks around and, even in my pain-filled delirium, I know what he is going to say, and I want to laugh at his antics. “AZZ!” Marvel whisper-yells, then growls again.

The kind of look that made your skin crawl. Great. I hadn’t even been here for 24 hours, and I already had an enemy. “That doesn’t seem like a friendly look,” I muttered, tearing my eyes away. "There are no friends here. No allies, no company," Marvel said, her tone serious. "We exist for one reason—to fight for the Don. Familiarity makes you weak." Her words settled uneasily in my chest. "Stay away from people. Keep your head down. And for no reason should you try to defend yourself or match their energy—"

Miral spoke in a loud tone. Aditya looked at her, eager to hear her words. Miral walked towards him, standing in front of him, at a distance of no more than an inch, peering into his eyes with sheer confidence. "I am an MLA now, so remember one thing. If you cross your limits, I will crumble you like a piece of paper, and you know now, I am that powerful. You were the one who gave the idea of this power to me," she spoke in a threatening tone.

Mother stared at me like she was looking at a mistake already in motion. “You’re making a grave error, by doing what you are… you are just breaking an order that has been ongoing and well organized for years.” She said quietly, hoping to talk whatever sense she might want to have into me. “And you will regret this. And the worst part is… you are not alone, Marcel. If you are affected, everyone is going to be too, and it is not going to serve anyone to know that you as their Alpha were the one to harm them.”

“Then your father dies… you too. Quickly and quietly. No one's going to come looking for either of you.” “You’re a monster.” “I'm a businessman, Elena, and you know what makes me different from the rest? I make decisions no one else would. I make bad debts go away. You’re not the first person caught in a storm they didn’t create. But you can survive it—if you cooperate.” Elena looked away, swallowing the knot in her throat. He stepped closer, his voice low.

Not hard though but just enough to make him stop looking so pitiful. "Yes, you idiot. You are my friend. My only friend, actually. You and that stupid bread you keep eating. And I will do anything to keep you safe from those bloodsucking siblings. Both of them. Draevon and Miraeve. They are a nightmare wrapped in nice clothes and good cheekbones." Marl's face broke into a huge smile. His whole face lit up like someone had struck a match behind his eyes. He lunged forward and wrapped his arms around her, squeezing tight.

“Olivia Martin, your Olivia Martin went to Spain on July 23th of 2002 with an American passport, returned on August 4th of 2005 with a European passport and left again two months later; she hasn’t returned since then.” “I need more information.” I commented denying everything “No... It can't be. It's her!” “That's not all, Crafty Minds is indeed owned by Elizabeth Mills, but there is a clause that explains that her right hand, a certain Olivia Sánchez, is her frontman, and that everything would pass into the hands of this woman in case something happened to Mills.” “Sanchez? That’s Olivia’s mother’s last name.” I explained “How long has been the company operating?”

"Because he's favoured by the moon not the sun, that's why he became my mate, the moon paired us together." "Wait, since Xaviana has your blood and Adrian's, she's a vampire, a witch and most likely a wolf," Amaris said making them realize what she was. "She's a tribrid, how are we going to fight her?" Wyatt inquired worry in his voice, Marcella also had a worried look on her face as she was deep in thought, it was rare to see the Goddess and God of War worry about war, as they normally would come up with a plan in just a few seconds.