Torunn Marvel Novels & Stories

Worst of all, he kept his hold on the girl as he walked whereas he left us all alone, as if indicating that we weren’t even close to being a threat. “That was some real speed.” Torin muttered but he was just as confused as I was. “How did he even manage to do that?” My face scrunched up in a perplexed manner. “Man is The Flash. We’re in the marvel multiverse. I know it, don’t even try to tell me different. Now we just need to wait until our powers unlock.”

"Marcel is dead. Thorne killed him." I didn’t flinch. "And Thorne?" I asked, dragging the stick along the edge of my lower lip. "Still breathing," Raven spat. "Still collecting power like it’s his birthright. And now, what's worse is that Reid is siding with him. They'll become unstoppable." That made me pause, just a second. Not enough to give him the satisfaction, but enough to breathe it in. I clicked the lipstick closed and finally turned to face him. He was pacing now, back and forth, like a man who couldn’t find a wall to throw himself against.

Calum asks gleefully, enjoying his momentary victory while Marvel is distracted. "Pretty girls..." Okay. That's enough. I implore the females to dress in more than just their shirts and underwear. Vivian is going to kill me. “This little Valentine clone must be his son?” Quinn asks. “That he is. His name is Marvel.” “Cute,” she coos as Marvel pushes Calum away, then walks over to us. Calum, unfazed, turns and starts running for a couple of the warriors that usually fake spar with him when I bring him to work with me. Marvel smooths down his shirt as he saunters over.

Marvel argued in anger. “Mm-Marvel? Don’t you think it’s about time you move on from the crush you have on him besides it been years and I don’t see you two happening anytime soon. You’ve had a proclivity towards him for so long since our school days in the university, that was the reason why you made us bullied Aria Freeman all that time in the past.” Abigail verbalized with a cautious tone in fear of getting Marvel angry. Am angry Marvel is a scary Marvel.

That way, your reputation within your company would return quickly. "When that happens, your company would also consider you as their first choice to be a team leader again once your enemy is unable to continue working for them. I'll also help you deal with your lover." Marsh's eyes immediately brightened when he heard Lynara's plan. It was such a good plan! Whoever said that thugs were reckless and cultured should get to know Lynara! He was basically a genius in the underworld! Marsh quickly took out a photo of Frederick and Grace as he was afraid Lynara would beat the wrong person up.

His body was centimeters away from mine, his hand on the door next to my face. “Call me, Nick.” He smiled and seemed to relax. “Although, Mr. Thorn from your lips does sound very sexy.” “You do realise there is an unbalance here again?” I pointed out. He tilted his head. “You said you would sweeten the deal after the dance, that got interrupted. Now because of that interruption I am stood here in front of you unmasked and here you are still masked.” “That is very true.” His smile this time was accompanied by a devilish look in his eyes. “How about we correct all of that now?”

Maybe this was a sign I could trust them with so much more. “And you are?” Marik asked Torrance with a raised brow, looking over my 3 best friends. “I’m Torrance Marks, the Gamma’s daughter. Not that my position in the pack should matter when a person comes forward with such an allegation. Or are we like the humans and going to victim blame?” she asked coldly, her green eyes hard and angry. Even I was impressed by her fire. Magnus Horne let out a surprised laugh and stepped forward.

“The Bernathra magic that plagued the Frostholm Pack has been neutralised. Their ability to heal themselves has returned to normal. Worse, Rowena has helped Scott by making a potion that will speed up their recovery.” Torin closed his eyes dramatically, his hand clenching his phone into a fist. “I'm sorry, Alpha. There's nothing I can do,” the spy said quickly, her voice shaking with fear. “Besides, I can confirm that the strength of the Frostholm Pack—” The call was cut off as Torin crushed the phone in his hand. His growl echoed, and he hurled the shattered phone with all his strength, as powerful as his voice as he roared a single name.

I stare back at him with the same burning fury, "I said, I'm disappointed that Marcus isn't here today. I enjoyed watching him last time." RIP ZARA ಥ‿ಥ ​​​​ Next chapter will be updated soon. Please vote and comment and let me know how y'all feel!! I PURPLE YOU <3