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Marvel Banshee

Marvel-FieldMaster:Game

When Sam Wilson awakens in a world stitched together from illusion, memory, and logic-defying rules, he discovers he’s the first player in a cosmic game known only as the Field. A realm outside time and space, where reality is rewritten based on game mechanics—and one entity, the enigmatic Fieldmaster, pulls the strings. One by one, players from across the multiverse are drawn into this ever-shifting battlefield. Heroes, villains, and everything in between. Loki, burdened with the weight of his own chaos, must face his fractured self. Peter Parker finds himself in a rigged game where not all outcomes are fair, forced to choose between instinct and survival. And now, a deadly Mafia-style trial unfolds, where lies kill and trust is fatal. Each player gets one wish—a reward for surviving their game. But wishes come with consequences. Some may reshape fate. Others… may unravel it entirely. Spectators from across the multiverse—Wong, Mobius, Darcy Lewis, and beings yet unnamed—watch as strategies unfold, alliances fracture, and truths surface like blood in water. With every move, the Fieldmaster learns. Adapts. Enjoys. Because in the Field, the rules are sacred. But the game? The game is chaos. Who will survive? Who will win? And when the final player makes their wish… will the multiverse still stand? ------------------------------------------------- This is AI Creation Chapter Beware Marvel is not mine but the oc is mine This novel exist to get this out of my mind.
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The Alpha's Mate Is A Banshee

"Please don’t hurt me!" Alisha’s voice cracked with terror as her back pressed against the cold wall. Her chest rising and falling like a hunted animal. The room felt too small, the air too heavy, like it was swallowing her whole. Her eyes locked onto the man before her. He was a stranger, yet something about him felt inescapable. He wore a wicked grin like her fear was his pleasure. "I’d never hurt you, Alisha," he said. "Like I told you... you’re my mate." His long and cold fingers trailed the curve of her cheek slowly. The touch sent a shiver rocketing through her spine, not from the chill, but from the claim. Her heart pounded violently, like it was trying to break its way out of her chest. She could hardly breathe. "It was you... wasn’t it?" she whispered, trembling. "You killed that thing... the thing that attacked me in the woods." His gaze sharpened. "Yes," he said without hesitation. "And I’ll do it again. A hundred times over, if it means keeping you safe." He stepped closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, her scent crashing into him like a drug. He staggered slightly, overwhelmed. "What are you doing?" she asked, voice brittle with confusion and fear. His eyes fluttered open, now dark with hunger. "I’m taking you in. God! your scent is intoxicating. I want to do wicked things to you, Alisha. You don’t know what you do to me." Alisha’s knees buckled. It was too much, the tension, the nearness, the threat veiled as desire. Every instinct screamed for her to run, but her body was frozen, caught between terror and some terrifying pull she didn’t understand. Just then, the door creaked open. "Alisha?" her mother’s voice called out. In an instant, the man vanished. A gust of wind brushed past her as if reality itself blinked and he was gone.
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