Quake Marvel Novels & Stories

For a second time–and hopefully the last–Amara sees and knows what the world of the dead was like once more: It was nothing more but a cage meant to keep them enslaved like the strings of fate dictating them, to the will of useless beings who called themselves gods when they do absolutely nothing but take and take but you know, my dear, out of all the others… Roman settles back on his throne and finally allows himself to smile. …ah, Amara, you are truly the only one I could love. . . . “When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you are the reason it has become so mangled. Here is your humble offering, obliterated and broken in the mouth of this abandoned church. He has come back to stop the

Aunt Marie found him there, half kneeling half standing, out of his fucking mind. She was in tears, makeup ruined she told him what happened over the sounds of her baby's wails. The Ferris wheel came to a screeching halt and caught on fire, the only other passenger other than the girls were closer to the ground and easily made the jump but Venus and Kenya weren't so lucky. They were at the top when it happened, quite a distance away from the ground. Venus barely managed to get them out of their chair before it was engulfed in flames. Now they were hanging on by a thread.

Some really damn questionable looking things. If we didn't have enough reasons to hate them and want them dead already. They promote being weird and strange. I sit down on my chair with a heavy sigh. I’m dusty as hell with all the dirt from the things that were locked up for over two centuries. “The mother and daughter are putting you to work, and really not in the good way,” Donovan snorts. I throw him the closest thing to me, which happens to be some kind of weird oracle. It hits him square on the head. He was laughing before he picked it up and saw what it was. His entire demeanor changed before he threw the thing away like it burned him.

Eden asked and Malakai sighed, the younger was sacred and he could tell. "It's bulletproof. Windows and the building itself is, it's loaded with weapons and the gates are impenetrable. But also, no one knows where it is. They seemed to have discovered the agency." Malakai explained as he took turn after turn breaking every speed limit there was. He was like a whisper in the wind, a legend only to be heard of. He was already a ghost, now he was invisible too. Damn did he love his job. "Ok." Eden said just above a whisper and Malakai almost didn't hear.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

“I’m telling you, Xander, no matter how much you mourn, I’ll never compromise. This is the pride of a warrior of the Wolfkin.” The new recruits didn’t recognize me. They had no idea why their unshakable, fearless Alpha was breaking down in front of a corpse. But there was no time to question it. The glacier beneath their feet began to rumble—deep, resonant, unnatural. Cracks spiderwebbed across the ice like lightning. The mountain was waking up. The wolves scrambled. They threw the pups onto their backs, rushing to pull Xander away from the edge. “Alpha, we have to go! Now!”

Without the city lights, a million stars sparkled in the sky while below us the Pacific Ocean was a blanket of black. I gasped as Bella came into view. In a sea of nothingness, blue LED lighting glowed like an aura surrounding the monstrous yacht. The closer we flew, the better I could see what Rei referred to as a big boat. Holy crap. It wasn’t a big boat; it was a superyacht. I counted at least four levels, with a swimming pool and hot tub, both glowing with underwater lights. A Mexican flag flew from the rear deck. “Why the flag?” I asked.

The members of the council, however, started rising one by one. “Elyria is unfit to rule this kingdom,” Lord Karth yelled, and the next thing I knew, General Darius came charging in with an army of soldiers, completely disrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the ceremony. Swords were drawn at my family and me from different angles, and that was when I realized what was happening. “It’s a coup!” I yelled, but it was too late. Elowene stepped into the centre and began casting spells on the arena as the villagers ran around in a scared frenzy. Her magic stopped us from being able to move.

The newly carved expanse of the Deep Warren was a marvel of biological engineering. In less than a week, the terrified refugees and the hardened veterans of Task Force Eclipse had achieved what a fleet of heavy industrial excavators could not have done in a year. Using the raw, concentrated kinetic and seismic abilities of the Star-Code, they had pushed the solid basalt of Mount Meru back, expanding the colonial reservoir into a sprawling, subterranean amphitheater.

She stood not far from the entrance to the Gealach Gleann, close enough to feel the hum of power that it resonated. Her mind and body feeling the pull to emerge herself in it once again. Like an addict regaining their fix, it felt sickly sweet. Her mind was calm, the beast under control for the first time since the pack wars, it sensed its creator’s presence. The only power they ever bowed too. Her breathing was heavy as her mind was plagued with memories, the horrors of her past. Fields of blood, piles of bodies. The heartache, the agony that crippled her very being every single day.