Scorch Marvel Novels & Stories

I draw the heavy silver hunting blades from my belt, my boots completely silent on the wooden floorboards as I surge past her toward the back of the building. The blizzard is howling through a gaping, jagged hole in the glass. Snow is already violently dusting the floorboards. And climbing directly through the shattered window, covered in ice and shivering uncontrollably, are the five heavily armed scavengers who had attacked Torin and Mara earlier that afternoon. They are desperate. The storm had clearly beaten them down, and the smell of the roasting meat inside the hall had driven them past the point of self-preservation. The lead scavenger, his face bruised from where Mara had knocked hi

He howls. Mara is already on the second one knee to groin, fist to jaw. He drops. Scar recovers faster than I expect, he tackles Mara from behind, they crash into a desk, wood splinters, she’s fighting dirty elbows, nails, teeth, blood on her lip. I rush Scar, jump on his back, claw at his eyes, he roars, throws me off. I hit the floor hard, air punched out of my lungs. Mara rolls free, snatches the dropped pistol, presses the barrel to Scar’s temple.

Hazel stood in front of him with her arms crossed while feigning annoyance “We got permission from him, now let's ride in peace” Scar looked at her suspiciously “Sorry ma'am, but I don't quite believe you” Hazel scoffed hard “Are you serious right now? She removed her phone and showed him her call details Mark and the minutes they spoke. Scar scratched his head and apologized “I'm sorry ma'am, please hop on the back” He walked forward when he heard Hazel’s loud voice “Hey!!!! Scar stopped immediately and wondered what had gone wrong, “I can ride a bike and Mark told me to ride it so we don't need your help Mr Scar” her voice dripping with mockery.

The icy water would hopefully provide some respite, if only temporarily, from the overwhelming burdens weighing on his mind. "Hmmm," he groaned as the cold droplets from the shower cascaded onto his skin, but it wasn't the chilly water that caused his distress. No, it was the searing pain raging within him, making every moment unbearable. Valour's Fort was an uncharted territory for Scar, a place he had never set foot in. He had heard tales of their formidable warriors, renowned for their unwavering determination in battle.

She watched as he frowned at the button , his chiseled face was like a sculpture, he had thick and roughly carved brows she felt like running her hands on them. He had a well carved beards which had evidence of not been shaved for a while, they where prickly but also tickled wherever his face brushed her arm. The lock of hair that had been on his forehead head was now brushing his eyes, Ann had the strongest urge to brush it from his eyes and indeed they did feel marvelously silky. Oh on! She had touched it, and now he was looking at her. But this time not only did he look frustrated, there was something else, it wasn't there before and it reminded her of the day at the library.

the little guy nodded repeatedly. "Your blood is very holy I can feel it from here ,if I'm not considerate of my partner I would have made it my juice but I only need a drop just a drop of your blood I can feel it can make me grow faster and stronger, besides we partners we should protect each other and how am I suppose to protect you while I'm this tiny" scorch said a very long speech.

Scarlett said, smiling. That was all it took. The three Hova charged at her, and several things happened at the same time. Scarlett screamed, charging towards them too. It was as if her battle instincts had awakened for the first time since she had trained them. All she felt was fury, a warm rage building up inside her. It blinded her to everything and anything that wasn’t her target. Prince Marcellus let out a cry, and suddenly, a bright light enveloped everything as if the sun had appeared in the middle of the courtyard.

"That's why I told you both at the same time. You don't make solo decisions anymore." "But once we settle that—" Scar stands, and finally, the smile I was expecting breaks across his face. "I'd be happy to work for you." "Wonderful," Orin says, shaking Scar's hand. "Now that's out of the way, let's celebrate." Molly pulls a bottle of champagne from a cooler bag and breaks it open. "Here's to a long life and a longer partnership." She hands out glasses. I accept mine, toast the others, take a long sip. Scar watches me as he drinks. I know what he's thinking—we're moving to Boston, whether I like it or not.

He stared at the car, which had plunged down, and said, "Today, no matter what happens, Queen Scorpion, I will send you and your lover to hell. That is the only way my revenge can be complete."