Bastet Mariah Novels & Stories

One person. 'Madie!'

Well she could wear a headset if she didn't like it…but she never did. Ashleigh placed her hands on her knees and concentrated. Don't stop, girl. Keep going, girl. But she couldn't. Her butt muscle hurt! And then Bad Reputation by Joan Jett began playing and Ashleigh made a squeak of pleasure. Ooo! That was her song! She grit her teeth and squinted her eyes into slits and she kept pushing as she listened to the words sang by the baddest girl in Rock and Roll! She got to the end of her rep and collapsed with her back against the seat, head tilted back. The song suddenly stopped and she looked up quickly.

And he didn't she could tell he was trying to fight for his control but it was useless as he took her hands, what Helen didn't expect was he'd let go, she screamed as she fell back, everyone watched shocked Marcella used her magic to make a net to catch her. "You both did exceptionally well, Amaris you're in group A, Helen you're in group B. Amaris you're in charge of the goddesses and gods, Helen the Alphas and Lunas." Amaris used the block he used to go up to come down. "Ok next Lilith and Adrian," Marcella said, smiling. Lilith and Adrian got up, going towards Marcella and her husband. "Can't we back out?" Adrian asked, not wanting to hurt her, Lilith smiled.

Or maybe a warning. " Are you okay?" Bethany asked and sat close to me. " Yeah I had a weird dream." " Damn. Did you see Martha in your dream?" Bethany asked and I grinned. " I guess I did. She tried to kill me by making me look into her eyes. She fought me because of Miles and I don't understand." " She tried to kill you because of Miles, now that's weird." " Yeah. In my dream I confronted Isla about Martha and she said Martha is a witch and a princess. An abandoned princess with a cursed mother."

Maybe that's why he was chosen to be the one to train all the Scarletts. "You can only call him Honey. Not Mr Gunn, not his first name, just Honey. Only Honey is allowed." I laugh thinking how awkward it would be during our first meeting next month that I have to call him Honey straightaway. "He would call you B," he ignores my laugh as he always does, being totally serious during our class, "Which stands for Baby. Or Bee the zzzzz. I'm not sure myself but it will be B for you. Or anything he feels like calling you. But the default would be B so whenever he calls B or mentions B, that would be you."

She has work to do and can't get her mind clouded by emotions. "Oh he will sooner rather than later. We still have your training to do. I'm really curious to what you can do" She says trying to make him feel better, but it seems like she is failing. "That is If I get Onyx back. If I don't there won't be any magic inside me. My mark faded if you haven't noticed. I'm a mere human Gina, it all lays in the hands of the goddess." Gina look at him. The mere thought that Bastet could be so malicious angers her. She could have taught him a lesson on some other way but not to break the one she chose from the start. Then a thought enters her mind and she smiles brightly.

Amidst all that Confusion and uncertainty, Mariah had come up with the horrible plan to make Dante take Sabastain's place. "What the hell are you talking about?" Dante had demanded, shocked as well as furious that she had come up with such a ridiculous idea. "It's the perfect solution Dante. Think of all the benefits." She had said "And Sophie? Do you suppose she would enjoy being passed around like some piece of furniture?" He had challenged. But Mariah had gone ahead to defend her preposition. When that hadn't work out well, she had defaulted to emotional black mail.

“You think you can uncover the truth? You are all fools.” The voice belonged to Mariah, the dark sorceress we had fought against. She materialized from the shadows, her eyes gleaming with malice. “You have no idea what you are dealing with. The blood of the lost princess is not just a gift; it is a curse.” In that moment, the realization hit me like a thunderbolt. Mariah was not just our enemy; she was connected to us in ways we had yet to understand. The betrayal she spoke of was not merely a single act but a legacy that intertwined our fates.

she said calmly, “Just accept the fact that we are the fated one, we exchange blood and vows, and you knew better than anyone that no one could ever cut that bond,” “You want this marriage; that’s the truth, Aisha, admits it! Do you think I didn’t know that you like me? That’s why you agreed to this quickly as soon as they told you that you’d marry me. You are not my Luna; you were never her! I’m destined for someone else, not you, bitch! “