Sarah Wilson Marvel Novels & Stories

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But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

Almost a third. Marie's loading a shotgun with silver pellets. She's nineteen. Turned wolf six months ago. Still learning control but determined. Sarah's sharpening stakes. Former blood club performer. The one who sent us intelligence. Except she died in the building collapse during our rescue. Wait. Different Sarah. This Sarah is different person. Young. Angry. Ready to fight. I shake off the confusion. Focus. "How are you feeling?" Danny asks. He's coordinating fighters. Arm still in sling from the rescue mission.

None of them had seen someone quite like Sarah Feng Xiang Wilson before—a tall, striking young woman with an aura of elegance and quiet power. “She’s like a goddess,” one officer whispered, his eyes wide. “How can the world be so cruel to target someone so flawless?” another mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “Is she even real?” someone else chimes in. “She looks like she walked out of a dream.” Even Officer Jun Yang, who prides himself on remaining composed in all situations, found himself mesmerized. There was something about Sarah that commands attention, not just because of her beauty, but because of her gaze.

"I want her name. She must be disciplined for showing such disrespect to a Silverstone." Dr. Wilson carefully removed Daniel's Italian leather shoe, revealing a toe already turning purple. "I believe that would be Sarah Rivers, sir. She's a pack healer's assistant." Daniel's eyes narrowed. The name sounded vaguely familiar. Where had he heard it before? "Wait," he said, memory surfacing. "Isn't she the one engaged to that Brooks Pack beta? The one Derek mentioned?" Before the doctor could respond, Daniel hissed in pain as his injured toe was examined.

I realized Marilyn might have approached Sarah to probably interrogate her on her recent findings on who Sarah really was. I watched suspiciously, trying to garner their reaction, Sarah smiled and nodded and I could tell the conversation wasn’t as heated as I thought it would have been. After a while of peeking from behind the pillar, their conversation ended and they both waved goodbye to each other. Until I was certain Marilyn had gone before I decided to come out of hiding, but I didn't anticipate Sarah calling me out, “How long have you been hiding there?” Jerking back in slight shock before recovering a second later realizing she was a trained and experienced werewolf.

During the brief, suffocating period Sarah had moved back into Cillian’s mansion, I’d caught a glimpse of her messages with Khalid. She was planning her grand debut, using my absence to step into the light I’d left behind. She’d even had the audacity to ask me if I was retiring. She thought that because she’d been my manager for four years, because she knew the players and the politics better than I ever cared to, she could simply wear my crown. Over my dead body. "The role was modeled after Sarah," Miss Wilson admitted, her jaw tight. "Then change the narrative," I replied coolly. "Don't you think so, Khalid? A few adjustments can be made, a little more depth added. It would suit me perfect

Ace sobbed, his small hands sparking with a frantic, uncontrolled light. "You won't have to," a new voice said. From the shadows of the quartz pillars stepped Aris, the lead scientist. But he wasn't alone. Beside him stood a woman I hadn't seen since the battle in the Spire—Sarah. Or rather, the memory of Sarah. She was translucent, a shimmering blue-white ghost of the sister she had been before the Director’s poison took her. Killian’s wolf snarled, a low, guttural sound in his chest. "Another projection? Another trick?"

"You've suffered these past few days in detention. Wilson is still your Wilson. Go back tomorrow. Zachary gambled everything by destroying our three-way partnership. Now all of Vista International's orders are in our hands." "What? Can we handle such a large volume?" Vivian hadn't known about this. Mr. Wilson continued, "We must handle it, even if we can't. His plan is to drag us down. However, Mrs. Sanders is someone worth using. This time she provided Wilson with two production lines on the condition that Sarah dies." Vivian laughed softly. "I hadn't expected her to be so ruthless, but it suits me perfectly." As if remembering something, she asked, "What about that woman? Is she dead?"

“Jack?” Lawen and Mira also voiced their suspicion. “The president?” “Really?” “It is true. He explained it to me already. It was the best outcome for both of them.” “From what I can tell, it’s hard to believe that.” Lawen said with his arms crossed. “What do you mean Sara?” Yuki asked. “I didn’t like it either. According to Jack, Rose is actually a reincarnation of the Scarlett Witch.” “What?” Some of them said at once.