Marvel X Mha Novels & Stories

They were a family after all, more so than any mortal knew given their hidden beast blood and as a result bonded via a loyalty unwavering. Marrok Phalen Kenneally aka Brick was the de facto leader of the club whom had put the idea together after catching a biker gang unawares during one of his patrols to keep mortals away from the Moonwood pack's territory. The idea of open roads and endless freedom appealed more and more to him especially when he and his father regularly clashed about his future and potential duties as Alph of the pack when his time came to step down. Brick had no intention of assuming the old man's mantle, especially when the last thing he wanted was to be stuck amid the e

The kind where all the darkness slid underneath the tables, unseen, there, but invisible. I walked in without hesitation, coat slung over one arm, my heels quiet against the marble. Two guards stood at the entrance. They didn’t stop me. They knew my face, even if they’d never said my name aloud. They didn’t even dare to. Xavier was waiting at his desk, sleeves rolled up, the tension in his shoulders barely contained. The Alpha mask he wore during public appearances was gone, this was the real one, the kind whose calm meant danger. And the one who I knew feared for the woman he found himself in love with despite himself… the weakness he had, and the one person who he would want to protect ove

mumbled Matt as he nibbled some chips. “They were known as the strongest magi in the history of all creation!” Xander added. “Sadly, there has never been any record of a known sourcerer in existance, aside from the Golden Prince of legend, and the last known Ravant, Lady Chantrell Ravante, just passed away last week.” The room fell quiet as they paid their respects to the deceased registrar. It was only broken by a soft chime. Mar took out her cellphone and looked at Dorin after reading the message on the screen.

she asked again, this time louder, “You kill people and I’m the one to calm down?” “I’ll explain this to you, you deserve to know” Xavier said, still managing to look calm, cool and collected. Amelia took a seat, her mind was a jumbled mess, she shouldn’t be listening, she should be running away, but to where- as it was, he got her all covered and he wasn’t willing to let her go, but she had a plan. “So what are you guys, some gang members?” “Something like that” Shawn admitted “But way bigger, have you ever heard of Mafias?” Xavier asked.

"Anyone even possibly aligned with Martha needs to be removed." Halle nodded. Martha's betrayal meant Xavier couldn't risk trusting former allies blindly. She too was just as cautious when she’d realized what was going on. "I'll also need to account for my long absence publicly," Xavier continued, straightening his collar. "Once we understand the full scale of Martha's schemes, we can develop a strategy to counter her narrative and punish her accordingly,” The chill in his tone when he spoke of punishment halted Halle’s movements. Despite the confidence in Xavier's voice, Halle could hear an undertone of fatigue that never fully left him these days. She went over to smooth his shirt collar h

Linus stepped down and the faces of men, women, and children came into view. Damon blinked his eyes for the millionth time, he was looking at a man maybe a few years older than he was. He wasn't sure he was seeing right so he blinked and blinked. He was chained like every other but he looked different. Dark black long hair covered his face completely seeing that he hung his head low. The only place Damon had seen such midnight-colored hair was on his Queen, Lord Xrysos's wife. Shouts and bets were heard and Damon was this close to asking his master to buy the boy. ******

When I do, the pain returns tenfold to my wounds, and I fall in a heap on the ground. Marvel’s magic and his desire to keep me safe must have prevented the wounds from manifesting into being life-threatening. Without his magic to keep the bleeding and pain at bay, I’m now bleeding out, and the pain is unimaginable. “Harriet!” Marvel yells, reaching for me with his small hands, unsure of how to help. “Child, don’t! She is...” 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.

“Bruv, South Africa?” Jax shrugged and turned back to Mia. “See. It’s Chills. Everything is fine.” The first thing Jax noticed was that Mia just stared at Chills as he stood in the middle of the doorway. No calmness filled the air. The second thing he realized was that Mia was barely breathing and holding her hand to her chest. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Jax.” Her bottom lip quivered. “Meet Xavier.” And that was the third thing he realized, Chills was Xavier. And that Xavier/Chills not only played games. He designed them. He owned them. And presently Mia and he were trapped deep within his game with no path of escape or way to change the board.

Harper’s POV The word hangs in the heavy, suffocating air of the executive office. Disgust. I watch his dark eyes closely. For a fraction of a second, the impenetrable, terrifying mask of the mafia boss cracks. I can see a distinct, undeniable hit of raw pain flash across his handsome face. It looks as if I just reached into his chest and physically squeezed his heart. But the vulnerability only lasts for a microsecond before he violently suppresses it. He regains his composure, his jaw locking into place as his face returns to its normal, blank, stoic norm.

Blood smeared against the cold, tiled floor as she gasped while trying to pull herself up. "You bitch!" Mason's voice roared above her, stripped of any trace of the gentlemanly mask he had worn earlier. His face was ferocious, like an enraged beast as he stomped forward, undoing his tie. "You ungrateful wench! You think you can just come here, drink my wine and embarrass me like this?!" She scrambled backward, her hands slipping against the blood and the spilled liquor. "I—I didn’t mean to! Let me go!" Her voice shook, filled with pain.