Marvels Gifted Novels & Stories

Chuckling to myself I settle on the grass under the giant tree and open my book. Hello again, Ben! Thank you for coming to visit me today! I chuckled and rolled my eyes. How is my granddaughter and great grandson? She is a stubborn one, but you already knew that. Ha-ha. Lesson 4. I see that you have some questions about what Doctor Banner told you and your family earlier, let me try to answer some of your questions. So, in Europe there was a pack that was surrounded by fields of wolfsbane. Over time they developed an immunity to it and used it to protect themselves... sound familiar? Well, while it did protect themselves from other packs and rogues it didn’t do anything to help against our t

“How dare you ruin the young master’s business, you bastard? Do you know how much I needed to prepare for this? I’ll kill you!” Remi pushed Miley aside, then swung his arm at Harvey. Black webs with a foul stench instantly shot forward. Harvey raised his hand, grabbing the web and studying it curiously. “You people think you’re invincible because you know martial arts? How old-school is that?! What a naive bunch!” After seeing Harvey stand still as if he had been hit, Remi seemed quite proud of himself. “You don’t know that America’s genetic science is actually the strongest! “I have the genetic data of a Black Widow spider in my genes! People like me are considered Mutants!

I muttered quietly, staring at the pizza on my plate. “I wonder if, when she marks Darren, if he’ll get this skill too? That would be amazing and make him more powerful!” I listened to Tim’s excitement. “I don’t understand.” I never heard of sharing gifts before. I didn’t get anything when I became Alfred’s mate, and I was sure he didn’t get anything from me.

He swore that it was merely coincidence that their hero was in Kingspin. We decided to head for the port town after Nathaniel had recovered, but Donatello reminded us that we were being hunted and needed to keep moving. As we were walking, I told Merlin what had happened with Emmanuel and he was pleasantly surprised. He said, “You might be brighter than I was at your age.” When I asked him to clarify, he said that I have a “gift,” but I didn’t understand what that meant at the time.

"That's the thing with gifts. They often don't develop until something terrible happens. Your body needed a bit of a jolt. It's also likely that your exposure to the virus through Jude's faulty vaccine brought some of your abilities to the surface. You wouldn't be the first Devaroux to develop healing. Your line is known for it." A chill creeps down my spine I stand there listening to Susanna rattle on about various abilities and how they might manifest in the "gifted." She mentions the same seven families that Jude had mentioned and my body freezes. She sounds like a biologist studying some type of alien creature with the way she catalogs these mythical abilities that she thinks all of thes

“Werewolves don’t just shift and grow claws, Elvira. We develop abilities. Some are physical—speed, strength, tracking. Some are mental—foresight, aura reading, soul echo, empathy. Some can manipulate shadows or light. Others heal unnaturally fast. It’s rare, but not impossible.” I blinked at him. “You’re saying… we’re all different?” “Exactly. Every wolf’s gift manifests differently. Some never manifest at all. But if you’re one of the gifted, you’ll know soon.” That made my stomach tighten. What if I didn’t have any gift? What if I was just broken? Alpha Jaxon closed the book and turned to me again. “So?” he asked. “Are you interested in anything? Skilled in something? Even if it’s not rel

"I am not for sale and I have sworn my expertise to the Nocturnal Force." "You want to hire the detective that is gunning for you?" Amusement filled my face. "He knows how to find things, Issa," Deucalion said excitedly. "Anything!" Deucalion liked to own things that amazed him. And yes, it included creatures and talents that he fancied. "Really?" Yulia asked wide eyed as she watched Jamal with what I hated to call admiration. "He has The Gift," Deucalion said. The Gift Deucalion was talking about was an extra special ability that a few Werewolves were born with. It was called The Gift because it came from the Wolf God if he found favour in a pack, a werewolf or an Alpha.

Since Celine was a member of the Miller family, she obstinately thought that Celine would naturally favor the Miller family, and that Celine's remarks were only a covert jab at her lack of decorum. Xavier’s sharp eyes moved away from Lorraine and landed on the large screen. "What kind of deal are you proposing?" he asked coolly, his voice calm despite the tension in the room. The mechanical voice echoed once more, clear and cold. "I am Gifted, the legendary healer you all know. Trade anything from your family for a chance at my treatment." Gasps filled the room like a sudden gust of wind. Had they heard that right? Gifted, the mysterious healer whose name was more rumor than fact, was now re

“But despite your ruthless dismissals, every single one of them walked away smiling. Almost as though you’re *exceptionally* charismatic.” Her fingers clutched down on my arm, letting me know that she was aware of what I was doing, but I couldn’t help but laugh at her seriousness. It was no secret amongst the present and future council members that a child of Knight would possess my ability. It was basically expected. What they didn’t know though was just how gifted I really was. The few who had seen me demonstrate control over it had simply thought I was a prodigy. In actuality, I concealed from everyone just how adept at it I really was now.

It was about balance. About consequences. The subjects WOLFES avoided talking about out loud. The Moon Goddess gives gifts,” said the Elder in a quiet voice. “Mates.” Xander's eyes were those that were in his. “Families.” A pause. “Second chances.” A guilt formed in Xander's chest, piercing through his skin, standing right behind, strong and sharp. But his mind coalesced with Bella's face, unasked. The old man limped slowly up to his feet, unsteady once more.