Female Madara Novels & Stories

Julian Hart had me move into his basement so he could trample on my dignity whenever he pleased. What he didn’t know was that I had transmigrated from the real world into the novel. When Julian insulted me, I endured it without talking back. When he slapped me, I licked his palm. When his first love stepped on me with her high heel to assert her dominance, I told her that the scent of her perfume reached me before the pain did. A year later, Julian was so disgusted by me that he almost knelt down and begged me to keep my distance from them. But there was no way I was leaving. I hadn’t come to tear them apart. I had come to join them.

Sara’s other health problems were also left in the past. Sara grew into a beautiful young woman, with long black hair, long legs, and a full figure. Just like her mother, she never failed to attract attention wherever she went. Can you guess what profession Sara chose? She was studying plastic surgery and was quite a successful student. But for now, let’s go back to Magdalena. Magdalena… A young woman full of life, energy, hope, and sexual desire. The same woman who had committed horrific crimes, who had arranged for her lover to kill her husband, then killed her lover herself, dumped their bodies into a ravine, and burned them both.

Mara stared at the frozen image on her tablet. Adrian. And beside him— Elena. Or someone wearing Elena's face. “That's impossible,” Daniel whispered. Mara didn't answer. She enlarged the image. The woman had Elena's features. Same dark eyes. Same hair. Same unmistakable expression. But something was wrong. Her eyes weren't glowing. They were completely normal. Mara's blood ran cold. “This isn't a projection.” Daniel looked at her. “How do you know?”

"That's good. It's not easy raising a pup alone. I always thought you were a single mother." I smiled faintly. I wasn't before, but soon I would be one. "Megan Cross, you're the most skilled healer we have. Without you, the common folk won't have anyone to treat them. They can't afford the fees of the nobles' healers." Emily glanced at the patients lying nearby and sighed. I gave a helpless smile and turned to leave the healer's tent—only to run straight into Alpha King Jason Boone of the Northern Realm and Princess Bailey Shaw of the Silvermoon Pack. They were both visiting injured warriors.

All of them, even though they started to get on my nerves. This time, his movements were tighter. Controlled. Better. I nodded once, the gesture more instinct than necessity. “Good,” Mara said, approving. “Again.” They went through the sequence, over and over, the clearing filling with the sounds of movement, effort, and frustration. Sweat and pride. Then someone muttered, “She fights like she’s been hunted.” “I heard she took down three rogues on her own,” another whispered, not quietly enough. I ignored them—mostly. But my jaw tightened.

Then, letting her shoulders sag as though she had lost a battle she never wanted to fight, she sat at the edge of my bed with her hands clasped tightly on her lap. “Her name is Xira,” she broke quietly. “Okay,” I urged her on. “She’s nothing like the rest of us,” Mara went on. “She was an orphan who grew up in the street, surviving bandit attacks that left her scarred. When Derek Alpha Derek was crowned, he didn’t allow a female warrior, as he thought we were weak and a distraction. Then Xira came along and broke that belief of his.” “How?” I asked with my eyes widened.

Maddie said as she rose and walked toward them. Emma watched with pride. It was time for the Alpha to exercise her authority. "Enough!" Maddie roared once she was close enough. The power of her voice, now amplified by the silver threads, made all three men tense instantly. "My mother is alive. The portal is closed. We're all exhausted. I will not allow your rivalries to destroy what we just saved." Sokaris spoke first, his voice was like distant thunder. "I don't trust the bloodsucker, and the Lycan will only become a burden when the shadows return."

The maid turned to the door. Chanda gripped her arms in fear. “No, no, no. Please. I will get up.” She hurried to her feet, eyes pleading. She looked around the room, sad to see she was still living this night mare. But the last person she wanted to be around now was Velkan. “Oh, I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Ara. I’m to be your personal maid. The Lycan’s mother sent me to you.” Ara smiled at her.

Seeing he wasn't responding to her touch,she shook him with much vigor. "What about my mother?" She turned to look at Raven. He didn't respond but turned his gaze towards the floor. "Don't tell me...." She rose with amazing agility. "I want to see her,I want to see my mother!" She shouted. Raven turned and led her out of the room. She followed suit as tears cascaded down her cheeks. What was she to do now? Who was going to lead the Midas pack? She was only twenty one for goddess sake. She had no experience whatsoever; how was she to lead a whole pack? Worse still a plague was killing members of the pack.

Howard's gaze sharpened as he stared down the seductive woman and spoke with authority. "Are you the ones who offended Abbell?" she asked, her tongue gliding over her crimson lips. "Let them go now, and I'll make sure you're the only one who gets out of here with a pulse," Howard shot back. "I've heard Mendorra's got three martial god heavyweights on its roster. Besides you two, the third's gotta be on their way, huh?" she said with a coy smile. "What?" At her words, Talia and Yuffie gasped in shock.