Goten X Marron Novels & Stories

Evans said, spying the grey wolf shifting back into his human form, “What is it?” “Where’s your mate?” Metgar looked around, “She’s gone?” Walker tried his best to contain his frustrations, his pain, but even Evans could see it on his face. “Well, I’m sorry about that, but I am sure we can get to her soon if you come back to camp with that amulet,” Metgar eyed the jewel, “You’ll never believe what’s going on with Marlena.” They made it back in time to watch as Corey and his wife, Sarai, looked on in amazement as little Marlena levitated objects for pure fun, giggling when the others gasped.

I had already told him about the invitation, the gold crest, and Aaron and Maia's ultimate betrayal. “You cannot go, Amy,” he said, his voice hoarse and laden with an authority that tried to mask his paternal despair. “I know my brother. Aaron would never give his daughter's hand to a man like Warren unless they planned for poison to run through our company’s veins. This marriage is a siege, my daughter. A Trojan Horse.”

I vaguely wondered if Ronan would agree to a rematch, then realized that was probably a horrific idea. Through training, we’d discovered that Marni was an untapped fountain of talent. She could detect a threat well before the others, and her speed was unmatched. It didn’t get past me how much Xavier noticed too. The moment the moon crested, Aniyah and an Indigenous woman stepped in front of Ronan, who stood in front of a gigantic bonfire. They were both wearing gorgeous silk robes in shades of gold, red, and amber.

, Aaron called out. "You", I told smiling at him. "What about me?", He smirked making me smirk back. "How this Mr.Arrogant fell in love with me?", I pointed out my index at him and me. "No one can resist this Ms.Stubborn", with that he attacked my lips again. "This feels so good", I said as we walked on beach with our hands intertwined. "Yes. Turns out When Mr.Arrogant marries Ms. Stubborn is a sweet,hot romantic story", he said making me laugh.

His hair, eyes, and aura were a shade of purplish-red. “Hahaha! I, Morgott, am finally back after so long! James, you and I should share the same body. We will be invincible once you combine the Historial Soul Pearl and the Marciais Soul Pearl. “I will help realize your dreams too! We’ll invade the Great Historial Land and wipe out all the impostors hiding there! Hahaha!” Morgottʼs cruel laughter echoed through the air. It sent chills down Yegorʼs and Herodiasʼ spines.

In fact she will kill Aragorn with her bare hands. "Are you purposely ignoring the fact that I am also a dragon like her?" Gon said with no anger in his voice. "She birthed me so like she, I have the antidote to her poison," he added. "I still have some questions, when she slit my neck, she took something from me, I felt it. What was that?" Both brothers looked at themselves and immediately got up from the bed. "I asked a question and both are ignoring me."

Their jaws were tight, their faces crumpled in a mix of anger and sadness, their eyes shooting daggers at us. Let them be enraged. Let them be sad. Whatever emotions they expressed filled me with profound happiness. As we reached the podium and Ronan was about to hand me over to Aldrich, he leaned closer and whispered, “If you think he loves you, then you are sorely mistaken. No one can love you, Mara. Not even your own parents.” My fingers tightened around the bouquet. He wanted me to be sad and angry—he wanted me to be miserable like them—but I wouldn’t let him get to me.

I command, letting just a fraction of the Alpha aura bleed into my voice. The door swings open. Torin and Mara step into the office, stopping precisely two paces from the desk. They are a study in contrasts, but together, they represent the absolute best of Blood Moon’s frontline. Torin is a mountain of a man, his broad shoulders practically filling the doorway. He is steady, entirely unfazed by pressure, and loyal to his very marrow. Beside him stands Mara. She is lean, sharp, and coiled with a fierce, nervous energy. The livid, jagged scar tracing up her neck—a brutal reminder of Cassian’s thorn-venom traps—stands out starkly against her pale skin.

she gestured to the scrolls, “he’s close to finding it.” A low growl rumbled from Soren, who stood on the other side of the table, his massive arms crossed over his chest. “The Heart of the Moon? That’s a damn myth. A bedtime story elders tell pups to scare them into behaving.” “It’s no myth,” Maren snapped, her eyes narrowing at him. “It’s real. And if Zane finds it…”

“ Then I will hand her over to you. I want Phoebe with Andre. That was what was supposed to have happened since. She was supposed to be a breeder but now, she has Andre warped around her little finger.” Marrion sat deep in thought, it was a juicy offer that anyone would want. He wanted Eleanor but there had to be a catch to it. There had to be something that he wasn't just getting right, something a loophole. “ Why do you want me to get her? I mean…I could get her if I wanted, wag a way against the lycans and get her out, worse still, I could threaten her parents, so what is the catch?”