Romans & histoires Crónicas Marcianas

---Merida’s POV--- And here I thought I asked a simple question. No, he just told me he was a mixed Alien human… *Wait he said Crustalia planet, not Crysthalle islands or even of earth. He was born in space. So…* I thought loudly not really thinking of everyone who could be listening in. I just wasn’t sure how to say it. “Meri all pure-blooded Crysthalian’s are in fact aliens of earth and cannot be actually aged in today’s standards.” Crispin says as he appears at the doorway to the living room.

Rather than the white eyeballs, this time they were black, and Brandy could sense the presence of something evil when she smirked. "Genua in conspectu tuo regina." They could hear her faint voice beneath the eerie sinister voice of the entity in control, as it spoke. Marcellus felt a sudden pull when his eyes shifted colors red veins popped out from his face. "Marcellus!" Lucille called out when she heard him grunt. "Argh!" He groaned before falling to his knees when his legs caved in. Lyra stared blankly into space with an eerie smile on her face, the strong wind threatened to rip the house apart as it shook on it's hinges.

His assistant tells me that he’s in his research lab and tries to get me to wait for him as he’ll soon arrive, but I take in the two other students waiting for him and realize that I’m too impatient to wait for him. I head to his research lab and just as I’m getting there, I hear a crash. I’m rushing into the room immediately, confused to see it empty. A bang comes from within the tiny office off to the side and with the knowledge that Cardenas never uses that space, I head there, worried at what I might find. I stop, just before opening the door when I hear a voice I’ll recognise anytime. Even with my eyes closed. Ronan. “Fuck you, Damon. Fuck you.”

“Imagine that headline: Omega girl barges into Alpha territory over runaway tomatoes.” The market ahead was already buzzing, the smell of spices and ripe fruit thick in the warm afternoon. Motorbikes zipped past us on the uneven road, kicking up dust. We stepped aside as a sleek black car purred by probably one of the merchant’s sons trying to show off. I rolled my eyes. Mariah muttered, “Dragging these crates every two days is becoming spiritual warfare.” “We should just borrow one of Father’s trucks next time,” I said. “These tomatoes are getting heavier by the season.”

She lifts her hand, tilting it so moonlight spills across the soft skin of her wrist— And suddenly silver glows beneath it. Not a tattoo. Not magic. Not something artificial. A mark. Moon-bright. Alive. My breath leaves me in a quiet, stunned exhale. “A moon-mark,” I whisper. She nods, jaw tightening as if bracing for disappointment. “Since you’re my mate, you have a right to know. I got my wolf early—way early. And she’s powerful. People say moon-marked wolves are rare but…” She swallows. “Some think rare means dangerous.”

“I’m assuming you didn’t get far into this when you were in my office.” I didn't. Looking back at the book, he turns several pages, with so much ease until he finds what he’s looking for. The page contains unusual, detailed drawings of human-like anatomies, each figure marked with different-sized spheres glowing at their centers. “These,” he says, pointing with a long finger, “are the moon hearts buried in the core of almost every werewolf. I like to call them moon balls.” A sad, wry smile touches his lips as he says it.

But exhausted. Then A small crack appeared in the sky. Tiny. Thin. Almost invisible. Maria’s heart stopped. Elias stared upward slowly. “That shouldn’t still be there,” he whispered. From the crack… A single thin beam of unfamiliar light slipped through. And far above the planet Something moved again. The door had closed… But something had already stepped through and it wasn’t leaving.

"After so long, my blood boils at the prospect of what's to come." The being cracked a smile that was akin to that of a madman as it took a deep breath, feeling the entire plane it was in. "Time to make a journey." The surrounding air froze, as if listening to a command, and as if he never existed, he was nowhere to be seen. But the evidence of his presence and disappearance left its impact on the little blue planet, for after the second the being disappeared, the gravity of the entire planet warped on itself. An already crumbling planet went through the apocalyptic force that acted on it as it finally imploded. Now a once-whole blue planet floated with just particles of itself as it drifted

I hesitated for a moment, then hit play. “Hi, Grandpa! This is me, Elliot!” The boy waved at the camera, laughing. “I saw Mars last night, it was so cool! I wrote a report about it like you said I should. Mummy helped me with some of the terminologies. I find it fascinating that it has two moons and they have really cool names! Phobos and Deimos. Those names also double as Greek gods. Crazy right?” He chuckled to himself, like he had just told an inside joke before rubbing at his eyes.

The crack went across the way. Maybe he was only two meters wide. And yet he seemed endlessly deep. There was no earth down there. No rock. Just darkness. And in the middle of this darkness the eye slowly opened. Silver. Living. Unbelievable. Mara couldn't look away. The eye looked straight to her. Not to Lyra. Not to Jonas. Not to Eva. To her. The ground vibrated under her feet. Another heartbeat. This time closer.