Mighty Pup Marshall Novels & Stories

The stands are thoroughly packed with students and of course, scouters Asher’s uniform stands out immediately. Where the Venoms are red and black. Asher's is Gold and red. And the remaining players are pure red On the rink are the four men I’ve spent six weeks studying: ASHER ALEXANDER MICHIGAN: 6'2. Center. The President’s son and captain. Leader of the venom group,Sociopath and my enemy. Recruited by NHL already CADEN MILLS ROBERT: 6'0. Left Wing. Son of the Roberts- Popular celebrity couples. Fastest hands on deck with a sister on drug

I took a slight pause, waiting for her to repeat what she said. "Marshal is right about you. Only you will be able to stop Gordon because Gordon is much more powerful than your female Beta but he can never be as powerful as the Luna you are. Marshall just didn't know how she would explain it to you but truth to be told, you are a renewed wolf, redeemed wolf... I promise you will understand me sooner."

Cole is also concerned for the pup. “My empathic abilities allow me to check on my kids without touching them. I knew he was in a deep peaceful sleep before I started talking.” Cole nods as he leans his cheek on the top of Clay’s head. He appears very comfortable in Cole’s gentle hold. “Many important things happened after Marcus and Rose got married. Marcus was already a unique alpha among the many east coast packs. He was often jeered at for being weak and those who tested him found out the hard way that being gentle wasn’t a weakness.

He nodded once more. "Well, permanent until the mate dies. Some just mourn their mate and some try to mate with another." "So exactly like wolves?" He nodded. I just hope Holland won't do anything to hurt Mudi. He's too precious for this world. * A couple of days passed without any problems. Mudi just spends a lot of time out with Holland, not a surprise there, and Lupus started to get me into exercising with him *sobs*. I mean, I have no problem with exercising but doing it everyday!? No!

Third Person POV. Marcel's mansion is brimmed with burly men. His small army of eight men who were huge like Greek gods. Three among them were wolves. The very first set of men he converted into his army. The rest were humans, sired to him. Marcel basked in their loyalty, something he wished to enjoy once he eradicated Logan and Slayers to become the ultimate alpha. The eight burly men stood before me in a circle as Marcel paced back and forth, waiting for Yato.

A third unit was combing through the underground cellars—a labyrinth of cold, dark hallways where footsteps echoed like ominous drums. The sharp crackle of the intercom shattered the silence. “Boss! We’ve got something on the cameras. Someone’s trying to disable the electric fence on the north perimeter. He’s got the boy.” Dante didn’t wait another second. He flew down the stairs two at a time, his heart pounding, adrenaline surging like liquid fire through his veins. His men followed close behind, armed and ready for anything. The northern perimeter was a rarely trafficked area, flanked by dense pine woods. The twilight cast the landscape in hues of orange and violet. There he was—the priso

The new grandpa seemed to be doing well, and Celina who is never happy was smiling, I know former Luna Oscar didn't want to join because of Celina so she doesn't feel left out. Mason and Ariana, seemed to be more relaxed than me and Rupert who was giving names without blinking, watching those two, I could tell they would be the winner of the game, Mason was the Pack's physician before he became a beta, he must have come in contact with those kids and knows what they need even before he became a father to a pup and Adrian, she had her way with pups and always love them around.

This kind of life continued for two years. At the time, young Marcus was a notorious figure in the black market, known for his small stature but incredible explosive power. He had an unstoppable sharpness that no one could block. That year, Marcus was only 13 years old, but he looked delicate and refined, with quick reflexes and a fierce gaze that resembled a messenger from hell. At the age of 13, Marcus didn't know how to restrain his sharpness. Adding to that, he had been severely hurt and had escaped from a mental hospital. He hadn't spoken a word for almost three years, as he was diagnosed with a mental illness.

Zachary looked wary, wondering how Kiran knew this top secret. Kiran pointed at Marshall. “Your son obeys me now.” “What?” Zachary was in disbelief. He was angry and utterly disappointed with his son. Marshall looked down shamefully at first but mustered up the courage to look at his father and said, “Dad! We must survive in Bayville to secure our future.” “Piece of sh*t!” Zachary shouted at Marshall. “Are you not giving it to me? Do you still want to be PowerHub’s lackey?” Kiran stared at Zachary.

Marshall watched intently from the balcony across the street, observing the situation. When he saw Johnson move toward the corner, a smirk played on his lips. He assumed Johnson had seen him and was feeling embarrassed, hence the retreat into hiding. At this moment, Marshall felt a surge of pride. Maria, who had once been his dream woman, was finally his. Originally, she had been Huck's woman, but now she was his. With the prospect of two hundred million just within reach, Marshall believed this was a golden opportunity bestowed by fate.