All Chapters of MARKED BY MY MONSTERS.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MAYA'S POV The place reeks of rotten teeth and decayed meat, but that’s the least of my problems right now. Directly opposite us is something that looks like a house, but that can’t be a house in a forest, in the middle of no civilization. I tilt my head to the side for a better view. It's a combination of many dead tree trunks fixed together and has somehow been composed into a house. It’s long, about the size of a five-story building, and really wide. There are visible partitions showing the start and end of each floor. In the middle floor, three thrones made of bamboo and leaves are arranged. The chanting and dancing grow louder as a man, dressed in complete leaf regalia and a crown made of sticks, steps forward and takes the first throne. He is followed by a woman and a young boy. I think those are forest people rulers. As they take their seats, the man with the man with the stick crown lifts up his hand, and the villagers excitement dies off. The drumbeat fades into

MAYA'S POV The farther we go, the forest becomes darker. The drumming fades off gradually. "So this place is not affected by the plague?" Morien asks, trying to sound a bit friendly. The prince nods. "Of course it’s not. We have guards stationed miles away, watching the forest for any little sign of disturbance. If it’s a plague or a contamination, they kill it before it gets here. And if it’s food"—he pauses, glancing at us. "sorry. If it’s food, they bring it here for us to eat." "So you guys are cannibals then?" Morien asks again. "I don’t like being defined by terms." Morien scoffs at the prince response. "We recognized you because of your sigil," the prince says, as if just remembering the question I asked earlier. I glance down at my sigil, which is now dark with no glow and a cuff pressing over it. "This cuff makes it impossible to work my powers." "That doesn’t look like any regular kind of cuff," the prince mutters. "No. It’s not. The academy placed it

MAYA'S POV "I don’t see how that’s a problem," Miles says immediately. "Worry not, we are her mates. We’ll stay together with her." "Of course there’s just one room left," Maddox continues, arms crossed. "What poor accommodation you've got prince. It's still good though, so I can stay together with Maya and protect her." He sighs. "I don’t even trust the security around here." "So what about me?" Lux asks, suddenly feeling weird. "I hate being the third wheel, or in this case—" she glances between us, counting. "One, two, three… seven wheel." "Would you stay together with the maids and the warriors?" The prince asks, his voice hesitant. Gosh, I cringe my nose, staring at Lux, waiting for her to say that no in her dramatic voice. Her eyes go wild. She looks between me and the prince and then she screams, "Hell yes!" "Yes," Miles replies, apparently shocked too. She smiles. "I’ll stay then." Then she leans in, which brings her closer to me. "I can collect the info on thi

MAYA'S POV I run my hands over my tits. They're so full and soft. I bite my lips, and carefully lean my back against the wall. I know what I'm doing. It feels like wrong timing though. I should be focused on the academy, the book and the... fuck. I've been so focused on my problems for too damn long I'm almost forgetting that I'm a still woman with body and feelings. My ass is pressed to the wall as I carefully lift a leg up, spreading it sideways. I run my hands through my inner thighs. I unhook the last piece of material on my body. It falls to my feet at a puddle. I slowly take off my undies. They're still staring at me. Then I turn and walk like the queen I am, stepping into the running stream and leaving the door open. "Be careful what you're calling for, queen," Jaden manages to say, his voice hoarsed. "And what do you think I'm calling for?" I step into the sink that's flooding with water. I pick up the soap and start scrubbing my body. And that does it. Miles hu

MAYA'S POV I dodge quickly, but before I even let out a breath, the warrior's punch is already coming from the right side. I turn again to the left at quick speed as my attacker lowers himself and runs toward me for a headbutt, but with all parts of his body. I'm panicking. I scream. I just dodge everything I can. Then the warrior jumps, lunging for me. I jump, sliding down between his legs. I fall on my back against the field. I'm breathing heavily. When he turns, ready to pounce again. I scream and I duck out. I struggle. Still lying on the ground, I feel a sudden surge in my body. I glance at my arm and my sigil is glowing. It's weird, because this sigil hasn't responded in forever. My hands wrap around the warrior's ankle. I don't know what my hands are planning to do, but I'm working with the flow. I twist his ankle when I hear him scream. He screams louder. The move is clumsy but desperate. His fellow warriors gather around and start chanting in a foreign language. "Hoog