Marvel Women Novels & Stories

When that woman made mention of the dead young Alpha, could it be that he did something bad and they were looking for a replica or… The huge doors that swung open cut short my thoughts, the woman from earlier coming into the hall but this time she had company. A man and a woman, dressed gracefully yet their eyes were sulken—Like they have been wailing. With the aura that swirled around them. They didn’t seem like normal wolves. The Alpha and Luna? The moment the woman’s eyes met mine, she froze, her shoulders sagged and she bursted into tears, slipping into the arms of the man who stared at me in horror.

I knew the only creature that could do this was a werewolf. “What happened?” I asked as she winced in pain. Martha jumped into action using her magic to heal the woman. “Wolves,” she blurted. “Wolves from a pack different from the rogues around here. They were organized. They were powerful.” “We need to go out there and save them,” I said. “If she’s like this, imagine what the others are going through.” “The coven has people who can care for it and defend them in times of war,” said the old woman. “They don’t need us.”

“Caden’s dealing with patrol rotations. Why?” “I need to talk to you.” I straightened. Her tone was direct, calm, but not tentative. I liked that. She didn’t shrink herself around me anymore. “I’m listening.” She exhaled slowly. “I’ve been in touch with Mara.” I nodded once. “The rogue Alpha?” “She’s not a rogue. Not anymore. She has a following—wolves who don’t belong anywhere else. Fighters. Survivors.” Mara had helped Kalilah when no one else was there.

When women are oppressed, it's tradition. ― Letty Cottin Pogrebi “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” ― Margaret Atwood “Life affords you infinite possibilities to pay more attention to what is actually happening. Not just around you but what is Inside you.” ―Jeff Warren

Everything that I do to them cannot be right. “Don’t act cowardly when you know you know you’re not a coward. Even though you killed four wolves in one hand, don’t think of yourself as a strong woman. You’re nothing compared to the alpha,” Marvel said. He growled at me, scaring that shit hell out of me. “Why are you messing with me? I am just a nobody.”

Right now, I was pretty sure Jasmine was annoying me on purpose. The girls clapped loudly. Marcus stood up from his seat and rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t even make sense.” “It makes perfect sense,” Jasmine argued. Kiara looked around the room before speaking one last time. “If all the women disappeared tomorrow, society would have a serious problem. If all the men disappeared tomorrow, society would also have a serious problem. The world needs both. One is not greater than the other. We all have different responsibilities, and every responsibility matters.” “Let’s take the great Luna Doris of Moon Pack as an example. She has already proven to everyone what strength a woman can truly posses

Proclaiming herself as Alpha, was okay because there were females who ruled as Alpha but the fact that she was ruling and males were not in the pack, makes it quite off to me. "In those two questions, I'm going to answer just one of them." He kicked a rock in front of him. "There are a lot of males here than what you have been seeing. The reason is, Alpha Amora prefers females to be in charge because she believes that, whatever a man can do, a woman can do it ten times better." "For the second question, I can't answer that. She is your mate and you are in the right position to answer that." He shrugged his shoulders and decided not to push further.

"Well we better get some sleep while we can. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." Smiling I moved around to the other side of her bed. I watched her climb in and curl up. I laid there thinking about her and what she's capable of. She lost everything. Mother. Father. Mate. Son. Everything. And yet she's here taking care of her pack like they deserve and killing any threat that comes across her and her pack. She's made it through the wars of others and hardly lost anyone. She was an amazing person and she's been doing this alone for 4 years. She is taking it with stride and only will become better when her second chance comes along. It was never said what our mates would be just that they w

Marla Cirillo might be almost 50, but she’s a true Grecian beauty and not one I will win against right now. Our eyes meet, and she smiles, walking over to me. “Sienna, my darling,” she says, placing her hands on my shoulders and kissing me on both my cheeks. “Marla, it is always a pleasure to see you,” I say, the lie slipping out easier since I’ve realised that this is what I need to do. I don’t trust this woman; who would trust any woman nicknamed Black Widow? Her three dead husbands were fools to trust her; she killed them all with her bare hands five months after marrying them and being impregnated by them to secure their territories.

But sadly, it never got to it's destination, and I had no idea who she left it for. “Gwen is a special wolf, she may become a monster if you withold too much from her. She's a different breed. Her powers were locked up when she was born. By a powerful warlock. It was best for everyone. “She was too powerful to be controlled, even as an infant. Only intense emotions can unlock her powers.” “When she finds out all the lies and all the secrets everyone has been keeping from her, the barrier won't hold for long, the warlock's seal will wear off.”