Mighty Pup Marshall Novels & Stories

She was beautiful, having a smile that could draw anyone near her. Marcus was different. At first they were unsure what his ability was, until he lifted a motorcycle effortless with his hands at the age of two. His strength was almost terrifying. Such a strong, unnatural child with a kind personality. His physical strength was impressive, and there were times when it felt as time stood still and Rain would be unable to find him. He was strong, fast, and Rain was almost certain he could manipulate time. When Marcus was only 3 years old, he somehow manipulated time to save a bird from its death. When Rain asked him how he brought the bird back to life, he told her he went back to save it. No o

I walked over to Haley and helped her up. "You okay?" "I hate..." she wheezed, coughing. "I hate dogs. I'm a cat person now. Officially." I looked down at Valerius. He was alive—barely. Drool pooled around his muzzle. The betrayal was over, but the damage was done. The signal had been sent. "Tie him up," I ordered Marcus. "Use the high-tensile zip ties. And gag him." "What about the old man?" Marcus asked, looking at the pod.

KING OMAS' POV:- I stepped out of the camp and looked at the female prostitute that dared to touch my plaything. She was lying lifeless. Looks like my kick literally killed her. Not that I cared. I didn't care at all. She tried to touch my plaything. Hudson was my new toy. And only I could touch it. I was planning on playing with my bed toy until I would break him. That meant until I would kill him while fucking him. "Make sure no one gets into my camp. My toy is inside. I don't like anyone touching my plaything." I spoke to the guards who were standing in front of my camp, guarding the entrance. With that, I walked back towards my seat on the stage.

Across from me, Uncle Marcelo sat comfortably in a plush velvet armchair, his hands resting heavily over the top of his silver-handled cane. "Marc won't be stealing from the northern docks ever again," I said. My voice was completely flat, entirely stripped of any emotion as I stepped forward and handed the steaming cup over to my uncle. "He tried to route four million through a Delaware shell company called Apex Maritime. I made an example of him in the pit last night."

"Alright, call me Dad and apologize. Then I will let you go." There were many playboys in Lorwick, but only Marshall dared to make such a fuss. Marshall was a playboy and a maniac. When he was in primary school, Marshall killed the rabbit in the kindergarten and put the cut-off rabbit in a little girl's bag. When he was in middle school, Marshall had a dispute with one student and pushed him down the stairs after school, causing that student seriously injured. All these years, he had been fighting, racing, playing extreme sports, and doing all kinds of absurd things. Since the Preston family would clear up the mess, Marshall dared to do anything.

The Marshalls is an establishment were children of ages twelve to twenty three are taken to be trained skillful sword swingers and arm handlers before taking to the military if found worthy. It is the shortest route and the window to the Claudia Military popularly known as the KS MILITARY, CLAUDIA. When we arrived, mum gave us a hug and took us to the counter after putting down her information in a paper provided, she left.

"Watch your mouth." "Or what?" Marcus laughed. "You'll challenge me? You're not ready, boy. And the council knows it." The elders murmured, nodding. Marcus turned to me. "You've embarrassed this pack. A mute human with no wolf, spreading her legs for a half-breed playboy. Do you have any idea what this does to our reputation?" I opened my mouth. No sound came out. The panic was closing in. Kael stepped forward. "She's not a whore. She's my mate."

I had a bad feeling he was talking about Alora, she’s just a lucky brat and that makes me angry. “Where’s the funny guy?!.” I asked when I noticed he was gone. “Supermarket!.” Marshal told me. Marshal pulled me into the house, I looked magnificent but I knew what I was here for, to help my enemy. “What’s your price?!.” He asked me, repeating the question . “One million dollars!.” I said and saw a smirk rise on his face. “You will get a cheque once my Luna regains consciousness!.” He replied. I had a lot of questions but I will save ten for later, right now her life was on the line, when I said her life I meant my money.

It was Marcus, one of his most trusted and vicious warriors that was hailing him in the traditional soldiers salute. "Hail Lord Marshall" Marcus called out to Harold as he picked his pace across the courtyard to meet the High Marshall. Harold looked at Marcus and smiled at the killer as he hatched a devious plan to deal with a two pronged problem. Marcus was the son of a travelling merchant who on his way back from sourcing herbs and clothing materials from Burnt Side Forest was rundown by the invading Werewolf army, Marcus who was aged 11 at that time usually rode the caravan with his father and mother.

Elias smiled and said: “Sorry guys, I went a bit fast!” The boy looked up at his master respectfully: "Yes, I keep up with you, prince." Lily glanced at the boy and said, “My son is not. You slow down for me.” "Okay, okay, I'll go slow and wait for you two." Elias was born with a magical power, so even if he walked slowly, it was equal to other people following him. Lily gasped: "I'm not going, you two go first, I'll be back later."