Marvel Novels Sampler 2021: A Marvel Prose Chapter Sampler
By Anna Stephens, David Guymer, David Annandale and
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Read the opening chapters for free from the following novels:
Xavier’s Institute: First Team by Robbie MacNiven – Marvel’s mutant heroes return when a remarkable student rushes to save his family but ends up in a whole heap of trouble.
Marvel Heroines: Elsa Bloodstone by Cath Lauria – Smart-mouthed monster hunter extraordinaire, Elsa Bloodstone isn’t easily fazed, but a shocking family revelation sends her down a bloody path.
Marvel Crisis Protocol: Target Kree by Stuart Moore – The Avengers clash with the Guardians of the Galaxy in a desperate search for a planet-killer, in this action-packed novel.
Legends of Asgard: The Serpent and the Dead by Anna Stephens – An extraordinary duo of Asgardian Heroines battle across the Ten Realms.
Marvel Untold: The Patriot List by David Guymer – S.H.I.E.L.D. is gone, the Avengers have fallen. All that stands in defense of the world are its greatest villains, the Dark Avengers.
Marvel Untold: Reign of the Devourer by David Annandale – A sneak peek at 2022’s first Marvel novel, featuring Doctor Doom.
Anna Stephens
ANNA STEPHENS is the author of the Godblind trilogy (Godblind, Darksoul, Bloodchild) and the Songs of the Drowned trilogy, which begins with The Stone Knife. All are available worldwide. Anna also writes for Black Library in their Age of Sigmar and Warhammer Horror worlds, and for Marvel through their tie-in publisher, Aconyte Books. As a black belt in Shotokan Karate, Anna’s no stranger to the feeling of being hit in the face, which is more help than you would expect when writing fight scenes.
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First Team
A Xavier’s Institute Novel
by Robbie MacNiven
Publishing in March 2021 and available everywhere in paperback and ebook formats.
Global ebook • 9781839080630 • 2 March 2021
US paperback • 9781839080623 • 2 March 2021
UK paperback • 9781839080623 • 10 June 2021
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Marvel EntertainmentMarvel’s mutant heroes return when a remarkable student rushes to save his family but ends up in a whole heap of trouble, in this gripping Xavier’s Institute novel
Victor Borkowski – aka Anole – has adjusted well to life at Xavier’s Institute, gaining control over his reptilian mutant powers and the respect of his fellow students. However, when he discovers that his parents have been kidnapped by anti-mutant extremists, the Purifiers, Victor’s discipline and trust in the X-Men is strained to breaking point. Setting out alone in defiance of his instructors, he’s quickly in serious trouble. It isn’t just the fanatical Purifiers threatening his family, there’s a villainous scientist waiting to get hold of Victor himself. Maybe he can’t do this by himself after all…
Chapter One
There was a fly beating itself to death against the window.
Victor Borkowski tried his best to ignore it. He stared down at his exam paper, struggling to drag the answer from the neat black lettering glaring back at him.
6) a. Write a short (500 word) essay on the primary causes of the Boston Massacre. Include references to secondary literature.
He was one hundred fifty words in. Well, one hundred fifty-three. He’d counted it five times. A little over one hundred fifty words was all he’d been able to wring from a very vague knowledge of Britain’s imperial crisis
in the 1760s. He remembered it mostly because the class had been interrupted mid-session by Glob throwing up. Seeing someone with translucent skin vomiting wasn’t something Vic was ever going to forget, and the shock appeared to have seared the entire lesson onto his memory.
C’mon, Vic! Focus! Sam Adams. The Sons of Liberty. He’d watched the whole TV series over the last couple of days. That counted as studying, right? His other study plan – just talking to Graymalkin about the subject – hadn’t worked as well as he’d hoped. It turned out that Gray’s super-powers didn’t include a flawless memory and being born in colonial America hadn’t given him an omnipotent understanding of all events occurring in the year 1770. After Gray had started digressing about how the word tricorn
was an inaccurate nineteenth-century invention, Vic had just let him talk, his own thoughts wandering to his acceptance speech for the student drama awards.
Would a tux be overdoing it? Would Stryker be there this year? Would going chameleon halfway through be too showy?
No! Focus! He glanced back at the fly, still slamming relentlessly off the window, its every effort apparently bent towards escaping the stifling, drab examination hall. You and me both, buddy, he thought. He began to write, just for the sake of it. Any answer was better than none. Samuel Adams, brother of John Adams. He didn’t like tea. No one in eighteenth-century Boston did. No stamps either. Damn, Glob’s guts had looked weird when he’d thrown up. All squirming and twitching. Was that what everyone’s insides looked like when they spewed? He’d never been happier about the fact that his own insides didn’t show up when he needed to go invisible.
He stopped writing, sighed heavily, and scribbled an ugly, jagged black line through everything he’d just written. Back to one hundred fifty-three. How many words did that leave, three hundred forty-seven? Why was math so much easier than history? He’d aced that exam. Or fencing. Something exciting. Something he was good at.
Bzz-thunk! Bzz-thunk! Bzz-thunk! went the fly.
He looked up at it. The insect was resolutely attempting to headbutt its way through the reinforced glass of the large viewing window that lay between the exam hall and the war room. Its efforts were relentless, its head apparently unbreakable. At this rate it would be about as capable of sitting through an exam as he was.
As though sensing his thoughts, the fly abruptly buzzed upwards and began a frenzied orbit of one of the hall’s cage lights, like a dog chasing its tail. Vic forced himself not to stare at it, letting his gaze sit neutrally on the rest of the room spread out before him.
Like much of the rest of the New Charles Xavier School for Mutants, the exam hall looked like a Cold War-era bunker that had decided to dress up as a high school for Halloween. It was a long, vaulted space of bleak and unyielding concrete, each pitted surface lit by the hard white illumination of the cage lamps overhead. To this austere, subterranean realm had been added a few half-hearted concessions to a bland North American school aesthetic. A large world map had been tacked to the wall, along with framed photos of previous graduations and a collection of rough-and-ready art class projects. Today the floorspace was also taken up by several dozen rickety desks and chairs, all of which bore enough graffiti to convince Vic that they’d come with the original base.
It wasn’t somewhere that exactly inspired academic expression, and that was even before factoring in the infernal heat that materialized whenever more than a handful of warm, breathing bodies gathered in one of the school’s many underground chambers. There was an AC system, of course, but it produced the most grating rattle imaginable, so it was turned off for exams. Vic found himself seriously considering raising his hand and claiming his coldblooded inability to self-regulate his body temperature counted as an exceptional exam circumstance. It wasn’t often that he wished he could swap scales for skin that was capable of sweating, but this was one of those times.
Bzz-thunk! The fly was back at the window.
Sam Adams was definitely John Adams’ brother, right? Paul Giamatti had been great in that role. He should have watched more of the Adams series instead of trying to coax the knowledge out of Graymalkin.
He glanced over at Gray, seated at the desk to his right. The lugubrious-looking youth was hunched forward awkwardly over his undersized desk, writing slow and steady, his expression one of tightly controlled focus. Apparently sensing Vic’s attention, he paused and glanced up. Vic grinned broadly at him and gave him both thumbs up. Come on Gray, give me something to work with. Graymalkin simply held his gaze for a moment, then blinked and looked abruptly back at his writing. The sheet of his answer booklet was full of long, elegant cursive that Vic would’ve struggled to read even if he’d been trying to – not that he was, of course!
He looked away hastily, not wanting to catch the attention of Ms Pryde. She was stalking the aisles between the desks, air-walking with complete silence. Unlike the other examiners, you never heard her coming. Hell, she could even phase if she wanted to observe you without being noticed. Totally unfair. At least she was visible now, her back to Vic as she passed noiselessly between Pixie and Trance near the front-right of the hall.
He took the opportunity to glance across at his other neighbor, Cipher. She had been writing furiously, but had now paused and was staring straight ahead, expression blank, one hand teasing subconsciously at the strands of her long locs.
Vic felt a sense of undeserved gratification. It wasn’t just him, Ci was stuck as well. The sharpest girl in the class, the de facto head of school security and the most mysterious student in the whole facility was struggling just as much with the history of colonial America as–
Cipher went back to writing, the renewed sound of her scribbling crushing Vic’s hopes utterly. He let out another sigh and slumped back in his chair, wincing slightly as it creaked.
The sound of his own disconsolance had drawn the attention of Ms Pryde. She gave him a hard look over the bowed heads of the dozen students seated between them. He smiled back at her and straightened up.
If he got through this, he would actually study next time. That was a promise. But now, he just had to put pen to paper and get it done. Gritting his teeth, he leant forward like everyone else and began to write. There had been disturbances between locals and soldiers just prior to the Boston Massacre. Street brawls, civil unrest. The tensions all contributed to the shootings. Keep expanding on that. You’ve got this. He paused to count up his word total again – two hundred twenty-one. Getting there. Practically halfway.
Bzz-thunk. Bzz-thu–
He blinked and realized abruptly that his fist was raised and clenched. The fly had been buzzing past, presumably with a splitting headache, and he’d just reflexively snatched it out of the air. He could feel it tickling his palm.
He looked up. At the end of the hall Ms Pryde was looking at him again, her expression cold. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, she shook her head. Equally slowly, Vic unclenched his fist. Freed from its abrupt prison, the fly zoomed back up towards the light.
As if on cue, there was a sharp buzzing sound at the end of the hall. Several students jumped. Ms Pryde held up her communicator – a small, circular flip-device – and killed the timed alarm.
This examination session is ended,
she announced. Everyone, please remain seated while we collect your script books. And double-check your names are on the front, in capital. Real or alias, whichever you prefer.
Vic realized he’d even forgotten to do that. Giving up on the essay, he shut his answers booklet and printed his super hero name, ANOLE, on the front, along with the time and date. To hell with it. He didn’t look at Ms Pryde as she she swept past and picked up the booklet.
Chapter Two
The second session begins in twenty minutes,
Ms Pryde said as she returned to the end of the hall. You’re all permitted to use the bathrooms and the break room. Dismissed.
The hall resounded immediately with the harsh scraping of chairs on concrete. Vic joined the chattering crowd of students as they filed out, trying not to think about the past two hours. If he didn’t ace the second exam session, he’d have to retake the course at the end of the summer.
Cheer up, Borkowski,
exclaimed a sing-song voice from amidst the crowd carrying him along. He looked up to see Megan Gwynn – Pixie – being her usual purple-haired, pointy-eared, grinning self. When Pixie smiled, it was hard not to smile back. Vic did his best though.
Tough one, huh?
she pressed as she fell in alongside him, her slender wings buzzing faintly.
We’ll see,
Vic said, not really wanting to talk about it.
What did you put for question two? The date of the Quebec Act?
Tell me it was 1773?
Pixie hissed between her teeth and shook her head. I thought it was 1774?
Vic groaned audibly and Pixie threw her arm over his shoulder, cutting through his misery with a short giggle.
It could be 1773! I was basically just guessing!
You’re just saying that to make me feel better.
Perhaps,
she smirked, removing her arm and giving him a nudge in the ribs. Oh, Ben!
she continued, buzzing off to chat to the burning-haired Match before Vic could respond. He stepped into the break room after her, trying and failing not to look as miserable as he felt. He hated it when people knew he was down.
The break room
was the war room’s less aggressive title. When the underground labyrinth had served as the Weapons Plus Program’s primary testing facility, it seemed the circular chamber had indeed been as some sort of command-and-control center. Smaller than the exam hall, though still fashioned from the same grim, unyielding blocks of concrete, its banks of computers now sat stripped out and inactive and its monitor screens dormant. Scrapes on the floor indicated where a heavy iron chart desk had once been bolted to the ground, while scuffed warning strips and hazard markings helped to demarcate an armored exit hatch and emergency lighting.
The military-industrial chic had been softened somewhat by the efforts of the students over the last few years. There were a few ratty old leather couches and chairs spread around, an old TV and a pair of chipped coffee tables, a row of prepacked cupboards and cabinets flanking a fridge and freezer that had been covered top-to-bottom with stickers – at some point it had become tradition for students to plaster them with images and cards from their travels. The space had assumed the status of an unofficial common room, especially for the students in the dorms on the west side