Possessed Stan Marsh Novels & Stories

He pushed the door slowly, took a long, deep sigh, and looked at himself in the mirror. "Huh! Those girls are such leeches! They have been holding my arms, for pete's sake!" He narrowed his eyes, splashed the water to his flawless face. It had to calm him down, and he came back to his senses after a long, long time. "I need to convince Dianna to be my assistant! I need her beside me," However, as he looked at his reflection for a couple of minutes he saw the beast within him. He had to stop it or he would evolve into a wolf form.

He turned to see Martha taking her human form, blood covering her hands and face. “He had a knife,” she said, sheepishly pointing to the weapon discarded on the ground. “He was possessed.” On the ground, too, was a man dressed in army attire. A chunk of his face was missing, his torso torn up. Marx glanced at the four fighting over their heads. Martha was staring at her bloodied hands when he returned his attention to her. She looked stricken. Marx took his human form to comfort her. “Martha.” “I’ve never killed a person before,” she said. “Not like—” She looked down at the ravaged body of the man.

Just as he was about to ask again, the door opened. Marilyn appeared at the door, looking weak. "I just completed the possession and must meditate for a few days. Is there anything you need?" "Congratulations, Exalted Immortal..." Marshawn said, offering his congratulations while peering inside as if looking for something. "Are you looking for her?" Marilyn asked coldly. Marshawn did not reply, but his silence confirmed it. "I have used this body for almost a century. It was already at its end. When I completed the possession, it turned to dust and disappeared."

She had to protect them, even if it would cost her life. "I have killed every one of the Marshalls except Zelena and her omega daughter and I won't stop now, I will get rid of every single one of them," Zinan laughed out, his voice holding too much venom, anger and rage. "If you think am doing this to be the next Alpha of Alphas, then you are wrong, I act for vindication, and until my very last breath, I will take everyone out, no one can stop me, not even you, Mara"

Stewart had wanted him to rest, thinking Marsh would be treated in Frostbite Town. "Alright, we'll go together," Lance agreed. But no one felt joyful. Back in Frostbite Town, they were of course happy. The excitement was indescribable. But after the werewolf doctor examined Marsh and said the situation was really bad, no one could laugh anymore. Lance approached Tad and requested an army werewolf doctor to accompany them, to which Tad immediately agreed——there were, after all, multiple army werewolf doctors available. Tad had already dispatched his report. Once all the political calculations had settled, he looked at the eleven individuals and felt a growing respect for them, especially upon

I regretted my past actions and wanted to get out of it, but the way Marshall behaved, I knew he would be dragging me deeper into the mess he was in. But I had to listen to him as I had no other options, that's why I walked towards my study room. I reached there, and I saw Marshall completely worried. "What happened? You're here at this time?" I asked him. "Something isn't right," he spoke. He looked anxious. I sat in front of him and looked at him. "What happened, Marshall?" I asked him calmly. "Two of my rogues were killed almost a month ago. I got this news today as some wolves from our pack discovered their half scavenged body," Marshall confessed.