Avatar Marines Novels & Stories

Who am I to deny that right? Amara being a potential hybrid was an added advantage, especially considering Jason’s mate Thalia was also a witch. Long ago, our kind lived in harmony, loving each other and never discriminating. Times have changed since the war, but if my pack can demonstrate that we can coexist, it might inspire those who haven’t found their mates to venture out with courage.

Have you got any juice today? I don’t know why I feel happy receiving his chat. I think for a while and reply to him. I got one. Alright, see you at the hospital I realized this is the worst appearance that I can give to my friend that will accompany me. Should I use some tint so I do not look so pale? How I wish I could take a bath though. So yeah maybe using tint is not a bad idea. I looked at my reflection in this tiny mirror, I look awful. The nurse didn’t help me to clean myself, they just provided me warm water, and how could I wipe my body with my hand being infused? Arthur will take a bit longer. Maybe I could change my shirts, even though my hair will not in its best smell. Arthur,

We slam onto the outer docking ring—boards biting metal hard, sparks flying, gravity shifting sudden. Airlock cycles forced by my lightning—sparks dancing across panels. We step inside. Armed marines in power armor swarm the corridor—rifles up, visors down, red targeting lasers dancing on our chests. **Marine Sergeant (barking, voice amplified):** “Hands up! Identify yourselves! This is restricted military space!” I step forward slow. Crown flaring bright—violet lightning crawling the walls harmless, just enough to short their targeting systems and fry nearby cameras.

Archer stands and paces a few steps, " It doesn't make you a bad person, you're the most kind and beautiful person I met and I want you to know it is never your fault. You were too young to fight off rouges and the moon goddess understands, you're strong and compassionate and someday I'm sure you fulfill every dream of yours. You're a warrior and I am proud to have you as my mate. He doesn't think it's my fault? The tears flow from my eyes and he comes back to me wiping them from my cheeks. " You never deserved any of this guilt my goddess and I promise I'm going to walk with you as you fight your demons and heal from your pain.

Her bow and arrow aimed at the target, she drew back her bow and let the arrow loose, and it drilled the target. A man with a huge build long pitch-black hair and sharp hazel eyes, in black leather armor and black leather boots with a blood stain Claymore, walked into the training yard. All the guards present there bowed and said, “Greetings, your highness Alpha King Theon”. Amaria rolled her eyes, took another arrow from her quiver, aimed at the target once again, drew the bow back, and let the arrow loose, but this time she missed the target. “ Shit! I missed” She cursed under her breath.

She called to Keanna over her shoulder, raising her voice to be heard above Winters’ constant stream of curse words. “In the army, we used to say a marine believes in three things—liberty, payday, and that when two marines are together in a fight, one is being wasted. I’m not a marine, Staff Sergeant, but I believe you can handle this asshole colonel all by yourself.” “Damn right, Colonel,” Keanna said softly. “I surely can.” Akari closed the door behind her and left Keanna to her task. ****

His anger showed in the form of his eyes flashing from blue to obsidian and back. "What my sister is trying to say," the pale, red-head intervened with a charming grin and raised hands—for the life of me, I couldn't see how the two were related, "for hers, your packs, and your own safety, its safer for her not to be near battle when she's not prepared for it. For the love of the Goddess, I can see the fear in her eyes," he turned his gentle smile on me with an exuberant wave, "hi, I'm Sylvain. Tania is my mate."

"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."

Military grade. Through the curtain of rain, three figures materialized from the pine line above them. They didn't wear the standard leather armor of border guards; they wore the heavy, matte-black plate of Alaric's elite hunters, their helmets stylized to look like eyeless wolves. They moved with an unsettling speed that defied the treacherous mud underfoot. "Vanguard!" Marcus called out through the mind-link, his voice a jagged wave of authority. "Form up on the eastern ledge! Break their line!"

"Top Mafia Boss Spotted Welcoming Girlfriend at Airport Last Night" The accompanying photo showed Samara wearing Vernon's coat over her shoulders as he opened the backseat door for her. He even had a hand against the top of the car so she wouldn't bump her head against the edge. His eyes were so gentle that they looked completely foreign to me. The gentle look in his eyes was far more authentic than the gentleness he'd shown me over the past five years. I moved out of the mansion that day. When I left, I knew that I had to put up my armor once again. I'd come to understand that there wasn't anyone in the world who could be my safe place, even if that person used to make me think that he love