Possessed Stan Marsh Novels & Stories

When Vernon found out, he immediately gave up the idea of making Madame Pandora his. Marshall was well aware of all the events that happened. Therefore, he would never go overboard with her, no matter how beautiful he found her to be. Nothing was more important than staying alive. Darryl was shocked by their conversation. He never knew Madame Pandora to be untouchable. After releasing her from his embrace, Marshall took out an emerald bug from his pocket and said, “This is a brain-eating worm. Once ingested, the person will be driven into insanity. Feed it to him later.”

“Ha... How can things go this fast? I just wanted to escape the goons that night, but I ended up becoming acquainted with Mr. Marcus, or Callisto, a mafia boss. Callisto went inside to get his keys with a smug look on his face. “I’ll be going out for a bit.” Then he went out of the room. “Okay?” After a while, I heard his car exit the vicinity. “Is he alright? He looked pissed.” I wonder what the phone call is about that made him look like that. Hmm... I should clean this place and sleep. I hope he’ll be back to his usual self when he comes back. **** FOOTSTEPS woke me up. “Urgh, I didn’t realize that I fell asleep while reading a novel.” I sat on the sofa to know what was happening.

His Possession. THE END.

I was about to fall to my knees, but Paulina helped me remain steady. “Not on my watch, mistress,” she said softly. Beta Marc was enraged even as he cried the loss of his leader. He turned to me with bloodshot eyes, and soon growled, “This isn’t over.” “Don’t let him escape,” were the last words I uttered before he changed into his wolf form, ready to make a run for it. No one was quick enough to catch up to him in time, but somehow we heard a loud thud soon after he changed.

Tommaso I patted Stan on the shoulder outside what used to be the Devil’s Playground. Sometime in the last ten years, it had been abandoned, and weeds grew around its red façade. Stan nodded at me. We hadn’t bothered with the cop ruse, just masks like when we hit Phil Sinatra, and the couple of guys Stan could muster on short notice milled around us. A dark car pulled up behind me, and I whirled as Killian climbed out with a few of his guys.

The first thing to go was his skin. It sloughed in patches... paper-thin, curling at the edges like burnt leaves. Beneath, raw muscle pulsed, veins thrumming silver-black like they didn’t belong to a man or a beast. Just something... becoming. Victor Marshall sat alone in the hollowed ruins of the chapel, the same one where he'd once shown Emilia what he could be: power cloaked in gentleness, hunger disguised as prophecy.

He was a sentry guarding not an external enemy, but the very man he was forced to assist every second of the day. Dorian’s paralysis had returned following the incident with the shaman—a physical frailty that stood in stark contrast to the voracity of his spirit. Derand Thorne had been chillingly clear: Carter was to move into the family estate. "You’re the only one he trusts," he had said with a coldness that now carried a sinister undertone. "Help me, Carter. My legs are nothing but dead weight today," Dorian commanded from his chair, his voice dripping with an arrogance that not even the fires of Hell could extinguish.

Bargaining with criminals for the greater catch was now something I was used to. I looked to him with eagerness for his reply but instead he spat on the floor, right next to me. I frowned in disgust. “Puta!(bitch). You think you can touch the Camorri’s sweetheart? You’re a fool if you think so.” The officers dragged him away. I had been chasing the Camorri cartel for six months now but I just keep catching loyal dogs of the mafia and not the kingpin. But I had a feeling I was getting closer and closer to him. He was making mistakes and one day would be for the owner of the house.

They had blurred out my body as the first responders worked to free me from the spear that held me trapped against the ground, but it was obvious that it was me he was trying to get to. I was surprised by this when I saw it. He had been so calm when he killed Isla and called for backup. He looked like a totally different person on camera, screaming about spells and demons. They caught it very well on camera, the madness in his eyes, as he was forcefully restrained and placed in the back of a squad car.

He forgot his conscience, and he sold his dignity and integrity. He was initially scared, but as his business grew and gained notoriety, he ultimately succumbed to greed and allowed Hunter to take advantage of him. Since then, he has established a good relationship with Hunter, and Hunter even began to recognize him as his friend. Everything is going well. Both Mr. Santos and Hunter’s businesses are doing well. But everything turned into chaos when the Delgado group barged into his home and threatened him with using his family if he didn’t do as they said.