Female Madara Novels & Stories

"I'm not going to run away anymore." Azfarin cried and said to the him. She had not yet regained her breath. Xavier looked around and then he looked at the helpless girl standing in front of him. She looked like a nineteen year old girl in terms of her size. ۔ The black shirt was covered with dirt, and the hair on her face and neck was scattered. The insanity of this black man was now well understood. Xavier immediately shook his head. "Look, there's no time to listen to your nonsense. Run now."

Her nervous face seemed relieved. After seeing it, I started eating again. While chewing the juicy steak in my mouth, I suddenly remembered the girl with a mask. The one and only Magda. I stopped eating and leaned my back on my seat. I remembered that Magda is living in the village where Angela lives. The village is small so it's possible she knew the mystery woman. "Angela..." I called out. She looked at me and stopped eating. "Yes, Clark?" she asked. I took a deep breath and released it slowly.

Her talon nails longer than ever and the flames in her eyes dancing about with so much fury that her gaze alone could burn the life out of a person. "You dare to play me! "Madre screams as she moves under a second to Rachel's front. "Ma... Mader, please... "Rachel begs as she knows her explanations are of no use. Madre won't believe her. Indeed fate has turned the tables on her. Madre stabs her talon nails into Rachel's stomach and Rachel Gasps as Mader twists the long nails in Rachel's stomach. Mader digs her hand deeper till she's wrist deep in Rachel's stomach and Rachels pupils shrink as blood gushes out her mouth.

Ancient halls, cloaked figures in ceremonial robes, and faces bearing the same bloodline—hers—flashed before her eyes. Mara appeared then, stepping lightly into the room, her presence calm and dangerous all at once. She carried her usual arsenal: scrolls, ritual tools, and a quiet certainty that commanded respect. Her sharp gaze took in the pulsing shards, the shimmer of visions dancing across Zaria’s face.

she said in a low growling voice but the hate and anger in it was loud and clear. The crowd gathered in a mass of people and Maddy made its way to the front, shoving everyone away in her path. Her face was furious and rabid, deadly as the Reapers. "You brought those Reapers into this village!" Maddy said angrily to Maria. Her teeth clattered and her fingers curled into fists, showing her white knuckles. "You have brought damnation to us all! You should die!" She shifted her eyes to Serra who was standing beside her mother. The wound and the golden blood was visible to all. "And you!" pointing her finger to Serra. "You evil bitch! You are just like your mother and your friend. You all deserve

The Seer said. “Okay, Ma… Madra… ya, What in the goddess’s moon are you talking about? You brought her back here—you rescued her, right?” She folded her arms defiantly. “And you want her to leave; now you’re going to accuse her of something?” Madraya met Veronica’s gaze but didn’t answer. Instead, she turned her piercing eyes towards me and took a hesitant step forward as if counting each one she took—slow and cautious. “Your friend, she is of the light. But you…” She paused, a glint of something dark flashing in her eyes. You are of the Red. You saw the red but chose to seek the path.” Mayadra’s voice held so much resentment that I almost winced.

She asked, using her hands to examine all parts of her body. "Common, drink it quickly and tell me." She added, pressing the lips of the glass against his jaw. When he gulped down everything in the cup, he demanded for more drink before he would finally say what he had to tell her. It was fun cajoling her to pour more drink for him meanwhile, she was already getting impatient with him. Finally, he narrated everything to her. She felt like crying. On hearing that all the Drudge Vampires were taken captive by Jasper inside a Cave, a breeze of happiness swept across her face. A glint of hope for her as she concluded that her Mom could also be there.

I said quietly, but my words felt hollow. She exhaled sharply. “And Adriana? No one has seen her?” I shook my head. "The neighbour hadn't seen her since her mother died. She might still be working off the pack lands and have moved," I answered. I explained to Alana what Daemon had been discussing and why I went to see Mara. “Daemon mentioned another Alpha aura in the pack. And when I was in the empty shell of Mara’s home, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the answer was staring me in the face. Adriana. The last Alpha female of Mara’s bloodline. If she had grown into her power… then it wasn’t just a possibility that she was Daemon’s fated mate. It was a damn near certainty.”

The guards and the driver had argued that the lady chained beside her was Lord Darius's supposed mate, and as such, she would be treated differently than the other submissives. Madeline was also a werewolf, a 22-year-old wolf slave sold by her parents, so she understood everything they said about the mating ritual and processions. They had argued that this was his first mate in years following the death of his first love, Eve, and she had listened as they went on and on about Lord Darius. She didn't deny the pang of jealousy that had arisen in her back then, and it had now grown even more potent. Her night had been going marvelously well; after the mager back at the auction house, a short, s

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.