Mk Marvel Novels & Stories

He is inside a room together with Athalia, Lorcan and other officials of the thirteen crowns that brings balance and peace inside the border. Mavka, a creature of the forest, her species are unknown, and no one really understands her. She does not talk a lot but when she does, she does not stop. She is the newest official of the thirteen crowns, she made quite an expression to Illac when she took down hundred of ghouls single-handedly because they were wrecking the forest she is taking care of.

While Ezekeil, Gabriel and Raphael rode the horses carrying the carriage. Reaching the Marv boundary, the carriage halted again. The Marvellous land is being wrapped by a barrier a powerful one at that. A barrier that hinders the connecting soils to easily entered the premises of the land, unless they request a passed. But the barrier can be opened outside by chanting the key to open it. The members of the High Royal Guards knew the chanting spell. Only them and the highest officials of Marv knew the key.

But my chest—God, It tightened with pain as I silently mourn my loss. He scoffed, yanking me back to reality. “I get it now,” he mumured. “But don't worry wherever you come from and whatever you are, I will make sure to find out. And if I did find out that you're a spy, I will make sure to end your goddamn life,” he threatened, through gritted teeth. “Oh… then good luck with that,” I said flatly, unbothered by his little threat. He clenched his fists, turned around and made his way outside, slamming the door shut behind him.

Oh, I see… He must have got something which he’d like to give to Marius, his soul mate in this orphanage. Next to the church was the orphanage. Marvelo quickly ran to his bedroom. From under his bed, he took out a dark brown box in the medium size. He opened that brown box. There were two wooden toys inside. The toys really looked like the characters of two ancient Greek gods. Marvelo took those two wooden toys and quickly rushed out again, to the front gate where Marius had been waiting curiously for him. “I wanna give you one of this, Marius,” said Marvelo still sniffling slightly.

I smirked at him, wondering what he was going to say this time. ““Where are your passes boys? I assume you have a reason to be late, Mr. Marshall?” Mr. Jenkins asked. Obviously, he asked me because I was Alpha of the Crescent Pack. I was leader and I was supposed to take care of all the responsibilities. Oh well, I was only in high school. I’ll let Warren take care of it again. He was the most responsible one. I shook my head and smirked. “Mr. Jenkins, you know I’m not the responsible one.”

She gasped. "You worthless piece of little shit. You chose to marry my biggest rival. And now, you're talking back to me," Raghuveer growled. Miral was numb hearing such demeaning words coming out of her father's mouth. At that moment, she couldn't even believe that. "Give me back everything I gave to you. Give me back my MLA seat!" Raghuveer demanded.

{KYLE’S POV} Kyle paced the deck of the small yacht, anxious as they sped in the early morning towards Martha’s Vineyard. He could not stand still. He hated boats, and he hated water. Worse, he hated crossing water, like most of his kind. Perhaps even more than most.

The remaining alcohol spills onto my carpet. “You must learn to control yourself, darling.” Marla smiles as she struts into the room, playing her part as the mob boss’ wife to perfection. With her dark hair up in a bun and her scarlet dress clinging to her surgically perfected curves, she looks cartoonishly sexy. Like Jessica Rabbit with a gun. Marla is a high-end Benz, but her daughter is a fucking Ferrari. I thumb the button for the maid. “Did they accept our offer?” “What do you think?” Marla smiles, setting a hip against my desk. “How could they say no?”

Marcel: The moment I sensed the fear in my woman’s scent, something in me snapped. Not the beast. Something colder. Deadlier. No one, not a single fucking soul, was going to scare her… not as long as I was breathing, and I was going to be sure that everyone knew that. Viktor Volkov stood across the courtyard like he had every right to be there, like he hadn’t once placed a bounty on his own daughter’s head. His expression was calm, almost amused.

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.