Avatar Marines Novels & Stories

Legacy holds—love her, stand! Mara leaned against a standing stone, cropped black hair glinting, brown eyes sparkling, dagger sheathed, its hilt polished, palm scar a faint memory. Her dark green tunic was loose, sleeves rolled, arm bandage gone, guilt over Milo a distant echo, Jasper’s warmth her hearth, Sam’s trust her blade. The dawn danced on her face, her grin sharp, free, the ridge’s peace her joy. Ember, her wolf, purred fiercely, tail flicking, fiery and joyful. She’s pack, Mara. You fought—laugh, love!

She stared at me, trying to figure me out. “I’ll go a step further—if you let me keep Jezebel, in three full moons I'll take Marianna as my mate. She is a beautiful girl. It would be my honor.” I added, and I meant it. Marianna with her fiery red hair, and freckled face, was very attractive.

Marcus woke up with a heavy head, he circulated his growling gaze. His forehead slowly winced at every corner of the foreign room he was currently in, obviously the room full of this book was not his, as his room was filled with Action Figure Collectible The Avengers. Marcus's eyeballs slowly widened, his hands raised to his own mouth when his eyes accidentally saw the picture frame displayed on the white wall of the clean and neat room, in the frame of the photo was seen Arjeno who was taking a formal photo with his family.

He carelessly pushed Selah on the floor and she fell hard. Krouen led his way to the entrance and swung the door open, only to see an unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" Confusion draws his face when he sees an arid-looking man with a box of macaroons. "My name's Archer and I live..." He pointed at his house on the other side of the road, "There." His plain gazes made Krouen even baffled, he composed himself and sighed. "What do you want?"

The sight twisted something deep inside me. Father’s commander’s armor gleamed with silver insignia, a declaration of loyalty I wasn’t sure I could uphold. Mother laughed softly beside him, speaking with a Pack Elder, unaware of the storm gathering. A knot tightened in my chest. Would those smiles last the night? At the center of the platform stood Artavius. Clad in black ceremonial armor trimmed with silver, he looked every bit the future Alpha—but something was off. Too rigid. Too controlled. Our eyes met and the world narrowed.

“I’ll wait for you to heal Able, then take you back to the packhouse before heading out.” “I would rather stay here if that’s alright.” I uttered and watched as the beta seemed to consider this for a moment before nodding. “Jay.” He called and a partially dressed fighter stepped over from the waiting area. “Amara this is Jay, one of the packs senior warriors.” He introduced and I considered that senior must be a skill rank or something because it certainly wasn’t a reflection of the man’s age, he could barely be thirty. “Jay, this is Amara, the Alphas mate.” Greyson continued but I watched as Jay’s eyes widened in surprise.

There was Lucho seated calmly on the sofa, with the room full of naval officers. They were wearing masks and protective goggles, not excluding Lucho. Before I could say jack, more men poured out from the top of the roof, wearing the same protective items and surrounding my men and me. "I knew you’d come. I didn’t want to keep you waiting. Hope I’m not too late for you." Lucho said in a deadly tone, wearing a smile. "Drop your weapons," the admiral, whom I recognized as Archie, ordered in an Alpha tone. He was a Gamma-Beta, just like Serenity's brother, Bentley.

"And you appear ready for the taking—I can't wait to bury my cock deep inside of your sweet, little human pussy." His words settle my resolve, and I clench my fist before lacing my voice with both hatred and venom—this man could be the goddamn president of Sweden, and I still wouldn't accept him! Arvin is disgusting! "No!" I shout and take a step forward, pushing my finger into the shocked alpha's chest with my eyes never leaving his. The audience goes quiet, but I don't care—my mind is set, and I'm not about to accept this clown as my mate. "I, Maya Lavigne, reject you, Arvin Johanson, as my mate and lover. You won't touch me, and I will NEVER be your luna."

“Pollux has got eternity in his body. He’s also got more powers from the gods and goddesses. So, I hope this Pollux toy can protect you wherever you are, Marius… Take care of yourself… Come back again safely to pick me up… I’ll be waiting for you here… Okay…?” Marvelo gave the Pollux wooden toy to Marius. Marius held the toy intensely tightly in his hand. His heavy weeping was really unfettered right now. His sadness, misery and sorrow were all incredibly uncontrollable anymore. He then seized Marvelo into his warm, precious, comfortable, but somewhat shaking and shivering hug.

"Thank you, Marco." Our story is finally over. He paid with his life, and I proved him wrong with my success. Goodbye, Domine. I hope you learn to cherish what you have in the next life. --- Ten years later. Marcus and Isabella are ten years old. Marcus has Lycan’s strength, and Isabella has my gift for healing. The Rhodes Medical Fund is everywhere, helping thousands of wolves every year. I am the most respected Queen and Healer in history. I take the children to my father’s grave. "Dad," I whisper, kneeling. "I brought the kids to see you. Marcus and Isabella."