Jadeite Sailor Mars Novels & Stories

tanong ni Xander, agad na inalalayan ang kanyang asawa. ​"Naririnig ko sila, Xander... ang mga nanites ng salot. Sinasabi nila na ang Mars ay hindi dapat magkaroon ng buhay," iyak ni Aria. Ang kanyang mga kamay ay nagsimulang magliwanag ng gintong enerhiya—ang Hohenberg Essence.

He was everything an omega like me was never supposed to have. And yet… the bond pulsed between us, undeniable, ancient, alive. My mate. A murmur rippled through the gathered pack members. Some gasped. Some stared at me in open disbelief. Others laughed softly, cruelly, as if the Moon Goddess herself had made a terrible joke. Me? Elara, the quiet omega who cleaned the council hall, who kept her head down, who spoke only when spoken to. I took a step forward before fear could stop me. “Alpha Kael…” My voice shook. “I...I think..."

He stared out at the sprawling, neon-lit city, his face an immaculate, unreadable mask of stoic granite. "What do you think of this one?" Jack's melodic voice chimed from the center of the room, pulling Marcus from his gritty, agonizing internal calculations. Marcus turned his head slowly, keeping his torso perfectly locked to avoid grinding the fractured bone. Jack was standing in front of the massive, floating holographic mirror. The Sovereign was trying on a ceremonial mantle woven entirely from his own physical Pink Blossoms and hard-light silk. He looked like a divine being stepping out of a myth. His chameleon skin was flushed with a constant, beautiful neon-pink luminescence. He was p

I stood before Marcus, my posture deferential, my head slightly bowed, but my heart pounded with a cold, calculating ambition that burned hotter than the flames. Marcus slouched in his obsidian throne, his crimson robe hanging open, revealing the scarred expanse of his chest, the faint glow of a curse’s mark pulsing beneath his skin—a secret I’d pieced together from his winces, his sudden gasps, his desperate obsession with the Moonborn. I masked my smirk, my dark eyes glinting with the knowledge I held close, my hands clasped behind my back.

Nathaniel continued making us understand why Saya warned my wife to be on guard. “Gladly, war ended, and peace was restored despite the threat kept lurking around the shadow." Saya smiled before adding something more about Lady Ceres. "Another thing, Celestial Ceres Aspire-Marshall might be known as the Great Fallen Rogue, but it was the only thing she had. She's blessed by the moon and the highest heavens, making her invincible.” “That’s why I need her, honey. We need her to control Sonia if she turns into a fallen.” I heard my wife’s determined voice, making me sigh.

"You think we don't see you looking? You're so hungry for it, Quin. It's pathetic." "I, I, I'm not," Quin stammered, though the denial sounded weak even to her own hearing. She couldn't take her eyes away from Jade’s body, the way her waist shone with the navel piercing rings and then the small pack of dark hair between her legs. Jade stopped right in front of her, close enough that Quin could smell the scent of Mara’s body on her skin. "Liar," Jade reached out, her fingers grazing Quin’s waistline as she lifted the hem of Quin’s oversized sweater. "Take this off."

"Hm, you got a point there. Mister Wolf, I believe this is a real Mystical Dragon Jade. I don't see the reason why Mister Negus needs to work with Marvin to set me up. Is there a mix-up?" Shally asked. Mister Negus successfully convinced Shally. It was true that the Mystical Dragon Jade was a very rare top-quality jadeite. Such a rare top-quality jadeite would bring much fame and name to any jadeite companies in the market.

Soon, others will notice he smells bad, but for now, I can tell his scent is fading. I’ve missed him; teakwood is my favorite scent on him. I run my fingers through his curly hair. He likes it that way and gets fussy when he wants it styled. I wonder who curled it for him. My gaze falls on a purple mark on his neck, reminding me of his first allergic reaction to carbs. I quickly set him on the table and undress him. His stomach and arms are covered in purple marks. I glare at the so-called Alpha who promised to take care of Phoenix.

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

How would anyone know about such a thing? “My pack’s Beta, John Kinsley. He would not lie nor joke about such a thing. He has a human, pure human, mate. Miss Adio’s aunt, in fact, is his mate. Given this information, he is waiting for the new moon to mark her,” Darren explained. “Oh …” Katrina frowned. I’ve heard of Isis’s Zia Sarael. She’s been in communication with her and Beta John while here. Persephone has had to do some tech stuff to ensure Madonie or hunters couldn’t track the signal.