Anime Marines Novels & Stories

AMARA’s wrath was ablaze. Looking down at the head of her beloved warrior, Killian, her hot tears could not stop falling. Rage started to build up inside her heart, along with the harrowing, tormenting feeling of loss and despair. The warrior wolves have shifted back to their human forms. She heard them laughing as nothing happened, mocking the death of his father and Killian, who did nothing but obey the Alpha. Amara could not find a way to accept the fact that these two important people in her life had to die for such an invalid reason. There was no way she would accept the horrible death of her father and Kilian. They were the only people she treasured and loved the most.

"Tell her." "Tell me everything," the world came back in hyper-focus, adrenaline as the shock wore off. "Spare no detail." My son! My son was alive! And I would kill whoever had taken him. "I'd never seen armor like theirs," Marisa said. "It was red, dark like a wine stain. No one could crack it. They were organized, not bandits, professional, unlike mercenaries. Too clean. Soldiers." The air around me crackled, and I felt my fangs lengthen: "Who's?"

But that doesn’t make it any easier to swallow. Creed breaks the silence, his voice low and steady. “I did the right thing, Nero. She was too dangerous to keep alive.” “I know,” I say, though the words feel hollow. “I just wish it didn’t have to be this way.” “War is never easy,” Creed replies, his tone hard. “But we’re fighting for something bigger than ourselves. If we don’t stop Marle, she’ll destroy everything.” I nod, knowing he’s right, but still feeling that nagging doubt in the back of my mind. This isn’t just a fight—it’s a fucking war, one that’s going to test us in ways we can’t even imagine. And the stakes couldn’t be higher.

The mate bond does that to you. "What if he is our Mate" Ara says, blushing. "Stop it Ara, Omegas don't get Warrior Mates, and even if they do, they get rejected" I told her. "Ok now Jia sleep" Ara scolded me. "Good night Ara, love you" "Love you too girl"

ANGELIQUE'S POV I hurried inside Bane's study, I knew I was up for unnecessary interrogation. I wipe away imaginary tears, sniff, and lift my head. "You injured ten of my men," He says with a frown. Should I be smiling at them? They wanted to fight me too. "I don’t understand. Was I supposed to dance with them?" I raise my voice at him. Brenton and the trainer chuckle. "No, you were meant to fight back; you left most of them half-dead." I nod.

They respected my pain by not congratulating me on a successful diplomatic stratagem. St. Marie had already honored my initiatives by agreeing to send help to the ninja. I doubted such a mission was in the A****n War Plans Manual. In their past, A****ns always fought alone. Even allies were little more than different factions fighting the same enemy. In the past two weeks that had changed.

Her red eyes indicate that she would slay anyone who would come her way. "I also waited for this, young lady. I'll make sure you'll die tonight," his lips curved into a devilish smile. Akira knows that they are at a disadvantage if she counts their number. There are hundreds of Aquans to fight with, and they are only around fifty. The enemies are also better equipped than them. She turned to see Prince Marcus, Conrad, Seb, Hugo, and the Manhaks warrior behind her. They all watched her like they're saying that they'll be with her. She has faith in them.

For Amaryah, though, the pain from her now swelling head and bruised back cannot be compared to the thousand needles that continuously pierced her insides. "Stop struggling…" "It's not like we'll use you…" "Aren't you a sly one?" "Isn't it that you're the one who's going to be using us?" "We are your allies." Flashes of white kept leaving and entering her body, making the flowers flutter about everywhere and creating a beautiful mess in the cabin. It's not that Amaryah thought of the spirits as her enemies, but she isn't regarding them as her allies yet either. It's just that they were too powerful for her weak physical body, and she feels like she's going to explode any time now.

I don’t blame them. I suddenly saw Marina. Weird, this wasn’t exactly her scene. Marina liked to stay home or read quietly in her room since she didn’t have a lot of friends. I’ve never seen her being out and about, attending college events. Then I saw a guy approaching her. I’ve never seen him before. He had long black hair, and he was taller than me. Her face lit up at the sight of him, and jealousy welled inside the pit of my stomach. Who was that, and why was she smiling at him?

Most werewolves joined the military, particularly the Marine Corps, because of our enhanced strength, healing, and combat abilities. At the same time, I wanted to work in medicine. The problem? Marines don’t train medics. That’s the Navy’s job. In combat, the Marines rely on Navy Corpsmen, who become honorary members of the Corps. If I became a Marine, I couldn’t be a medic. And if I became a medic, I couldn’t be a Marine.