Elder Scrolls Mara 소설 & 이야기

Mara wrinkled the forehead. “Who?” No one answered. That was worse than any explanation. Mara felt her heart beat into her throat. Another knock. Then a sound. A cock. Like something was pulled over the ground. Slow down. Right behind the door. Mara left an unwelcome step back. Noah raised the spear. Elias grabbed a rusty machete that stuck in the sand next to the hut. His Hand trembled easily. Mara saw it. He was prepared. Not on her.

When her rage started to subside and her breathing went back to normal, she opened her eyes again and met the older woman’s gaze. “Unbelievable...” said the older woman. “Your eye color turned back to amber.” That gave her a sigh of relief; however, her mind was still haywire. Amara was still puzzled as to why she ended up sleeping in this forest in Drysdale. The human territory was way too far from the werewolves’ region as they were isolated. “My father must be looking—”

She landed lightly beside the body, breathing hard, blood, his and hers, dripping from her fingertips. The clearing erupted into chaos. Kael tore through two scouts in seconds, their screams swallowed by his jaws. Betas flanked the rest, cutting off escape. But Elara felt it, the wrongness still lingering, stronger now, closer. A shadow detached from the far treeline, tall, cloaked, unmoving while the others fought and died. No weapon raised. Just watching. Elara’s hybrid eyes locked on the figure. The hood fell back. Mara. The servant girl’s face was pale, eyes wide with something like regret and resolve. In her hand, a small crystal vial glowing sickly green, the source of the poison scent

“I’ll rally Rolan’s army. We’ll fight back.” Mara met her eyes and nodded. “Do it,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “We’re going to war.” Elowen’s expression softened for a moment, but there was no hesitation in her eyes. “I’ll make sure they’re ready.” Mara watched her go, and as Elowen disappeared into the shadows, she closed her eyes, trying to gather her thoughts. But then, something strange began to happen. Her vision swam, and in the midst of her grief, she saw it—an image, clear as day. It was Elara. Her mother.

She continued, my strangling demon: "Dear scheming Jarngrimr hasn't stopped blathering on about you since you were conceived. Tithe to Utgardr, she says, your blood the bridge between Arcadia and the Northern Holds. Tuppence, I say. Nothing good comes of a filthy witch." The mara atop me spat in my face, her sleek auburn hair and light milky skin like the Arcadian prefects of Periland, the home of the mara race. Her large sable eyes bore into my soul, and she assumed the nightmare position, conjuring my dreams with her slender, spiked fingers in black sand. From the essence of the cloud, the mara feasted.

Her arcane eye was buzzing with activity, she could see the tendrils lashing out from the soil and dancing in a hypnotic grotesque fashion as they waved into the air. “Arcane radiation is strong her mam, but no threats spotted” six voltiirs had gone ahead and checked the area for any danger, Brasidas was leading and had just returned. “I sensed it from the boat, they look like tentacles spawning from a sea urchin. Ever seen one of those?” She asked Brasidas and the Lieutenant, who had just engaged into a deeper state of the arcane eye evident by the light red shroud that had covered their eyes.

I tell Manure through all the moaning noises. Manure gives his best and in the end, we both cum and drop asleep. When I woke up, Queen Mara is next to me in her castle. "-Well look who woke up after the most extreme and long fucking. You couldn't help yourself, could you? Mara says to me. -You know me very well my friend, but this time was weird, like never in my life." I reply to Mara. Queen Mara is my friend since forever, but we visit each other quite rarely. She is an extremely gorgeous elve, but I never got the chance to be with her, although I always desired her and she knows it.

Mara straightens, then turns to go. And then— She pivots too fast. Her hand doesn’t go for the door. It goes inside her sleeve. I see the glint of metal a split second before my wolf screams. DOWN! I move without thinking, dropping and twisting just as something whistles through the space where my head was. The blade hits the wall. Mara doesn’t hesitate. She lunges. “ELARA!” the guard shouts. He draws his sword, but she’s already on me. I scramble backward, heart slamming against my ribs, my hands sliding on the stone floor. She moves like someone trained—not a servant, not even a normal wolf.

Andrew teased through laughter that verged on giggling, “You know what karma is? Well, it is a total..” The words were stolen from Andrew's mouth as the earth shifted underfoot, and the mountain that towered above them began to tremble. Looking up, Elaine’s gaze settled on the dark brown abyss that was falling like dark stars from the heavens- straight towards them.

I just wanted to survive, to understand my own power, to make sense of the fractured feelings I had for two mates who represented two different versions of my future. The settlement emerged from the forest like something out of memory. Rough structures built from wood and stone, arranged in a way that felt both temporary and determined. The people who emerged to greet us were a mixed group, all bearing the marks of hardship, all carrying the distinctive silver hair and violet eyes that marked them as Glom Pack descendants. A woman stepped forward, older than Kira, her face scarred and weathered. "Kira. You found her." "I found her," Kira confirmed. "Lyra, this is Mara. She was your mother's