Female Madara Novels & Stories

’ He studied her, and she confessed that she hadn't cast a spell yet, just jused her will. Raven pulled her into the protection of his strong arms. ‘You are a very powerful witch if you can. I already knew when I felt your energy. ‘ ‘As powerful as you?’ she asked, giving him a serious look. ‘You cannot deny that you have a lot of power, even if you never show it. I feel it is so.‘ He grinned and kissed her head. ‘Just as powerful,’ he promised her. Rodolf had learned that Maddie was a distant descendant of the queen Frava, who was the daughter of the moon goddess Arianrhod and the forest god Donard.

"Gentle won't work with him, but maybe one of your frying pans will." They both laughed, and then Madayah crawled across the two feet separating them and laid the scared side of her face on Zenya's lap, kissing her belly. "I've craved this smell for years, and maybe our clan will produce more children than we know what to do with." Vorlyk's voice startled the two women. "Your thoughts are troubling, my love." "Troubling?" Madayah turned her head and smiled at her vampire. "Maybe troubling isn't the word, but your distress interrupted my sleep and brings me out in the daylight."

His jaw was clenched, spring green eyes mirroring a storm and worse, he looked just like me. Like my masculine version. This was me. My mouth dropped and I had to rub my hands on my eyes to be sure that I was seeing right. Luna Rolana bursted into tears again, crumbling to the ground while Katie wiped away the stray tear that slid down her cheek. “Not only am I Katie but I am the priestess of this pack, taken over from my mum who died years back…”She fixed her eyes back to the huge framed picture. “This is Young Alpha Flynn, Adira. Strong, masculine but the moon goddess struck him with an illness that lasted months and he passed away a week ago”

The faintest flicker of amusement tugged at her lips, but her eyes remained dark, predatory. Rhunar leaned forward now, his elbows pressing into the table. “I know money isn’t a problem for you. Even if we brought you sixty billion dollars, you’d find another excuse. You wouldn’t release Arraya. You never intended to. So tell me, what exactly do you want, Madam Maltida?” The corners of her lips curved upward, though it wasn’t a smile—it was something far more dangerous. A predator baring its teeth. She walked back to him, her heels clicking with deliberate rhythm, each step pressing on his nerves, each click echoing like a countdown.

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Mara was really fed up and she didn't know how much of it she could take. She had been restricting herself for too long and she just felt like strangling Wendy. "Don't you even think about it, four of you" she warned the girls who tried to come close to her to attack her. No one needed to tell them to use their brains as they all moved back, creating a great distance between themselves and Mara. They knew who Mara was and she wasn't going to take any bullsh*t from nobody. "M.. a.. ra" Wendy struggled to free herself from Mara's grip but she was too strong for her. It felt like she was being pinned down by a metal hand or something.

She was draped in tattered grey rags, but she carried herself with a strange, faded dignity. ​"I have been here since before the Black Winter took his first breath, child," the woman said, her milky eyes fixed on Elara’s face. "I am Marda. And I know why your heart is breaking. It isn't just the boy, is it? It’s the King." ​"He thinks I betrayed him," Elara sobbed, the tears finally breaking through. "He thinks I’m a weapon sent to kill him. But I... I felt the bond, Marda. When he touched me, my wolf didn't see a King. She saw her home."

She has also been seen to remotely access another magical strength, as she did when she channeled the power of almost all magical beings on the Moonland, through her and to the mighty Lord Andrie, to aid him in his battle with Royal's Werewolves, and to take what was his from the beginning, neons ago. The oddest thing was the monstrous nature of those who came in contact with her. They become the 'dark mirrors' of herself- seeking to destroy what was within. For she had no empathy, no love or kind spirit to guide any hands and hearts, to fashion their thoughts in compassionate ways. Instead, it will corrupt anyone who dares to befall in this barren Wasteland. Lady Magda, a powerful vampire,

She was waiting for Darryl to fall asleep so that she could leave with her family. Suddenly, a figure appeared at the entrance of her tent like a ghost. It was a cold and glamorous woman donned in an all-black soft armor. Her face was expressionless like the ice and snow that lasted forever. She was emitting a dangerous aura. Madame Pandora was startled by her presence, but she courteously said, "Your Excellency, what are you doing here?" "I've come to get you. I was here when the bandits stopped you, but I decided to keep myself hidden when I saw Darren." It was Rosalind from the Fantasy Sect.