Mara Jade Mods Novels & Stories

It was surrounded by a beautiful forest with tall trees. Out of that area, we could picture some other small houses far away from the main one, probably meant for other pack members. " Hey, what is this?" I stopped and asked Jack when my eyes landed on what looked like a grave. There were two of them. "Oh, you mean that?" The boy looked at it, with realization in his eyes. He took a few steps closer to the graves. "To the left is the grave of the late Alpha Maddox. To the right is that of Luna Nora. Both are Alpha Amora's parents. That in the middle..."

My name is Erica Mareen, I was born into the moonwalk pack. I am the only child of my parents, the alpha and the Luna of this pack. I grew up not knowing who my mother was because according to my father she lost her life trying to give birth to me as a pup. My father has been really sad after losing my mom, it shows on his face all the time. Losing a mate can be very drastic and it takes only the strongest wolves to overcome such tragedy.

mated to a female and everyone thought he would reject her but, like I mentioned, if the person is not receptive the Goddess would not even chose a mate at all. He accepted his mate even though females had never attracted him at all and they are actually very happily married with multiple children. His Beta, a female, was never assigned a mate. It is assumed that with how their pack was at the time they needed more female mates and she was not receptive to a female partner so she was never mated to one. She did find a love match with a male and marked him but that pack's second Beta is a female selected from the ranks and the mates of the two Betas hold the Gamma rank in their pack in o

He explained. “ I understand I will do as you say your highness” Amaria replied, and he walked away. Amaria stayed at the training yard until evening, training with all her might, ' I must prove myself worthy and become a member of the Moonstone pack,' she thought. After training, she walked back to her room and lay on her small, shabby mattress. Just when she was about to sleep, she heard a knock on her door. She stood up, walked towards the door, and opened it, To reveal one of the Luna Queen's maids.

I grimaced and grumbled under my breath. "Fine, you may call me Lady Mara for the time being," I relented. "Oh! Yes, Lady Mara!" Ethallia agreed with another million-watt smile and squeezed my forearms. When Ethallia pulled away, she turned to Erik, and the pink once again spread across her cheeks, though this time it had nothing to do with embarrassment. It spread down across her neck and to the deep v of her shirt. Her golden eyes heated, and the tip of her tongue dart out to wet her lips.

I start, but a voice cuts me off. “We go with you or you don’t go at all.” When I turn around, finding Zane stalking towards us with Zara hot on his heels, and then “And it isn’t up for discussion, Amaris,” he says with his Alpha command surrounding us. It doesn’t affect me anymore, but they don’t know that yet. So, instead of arguing with him, I nod, making him think that I've given in to his command, and follow the trio out of the gym and over to the treeline behind the pack house. Without waiting for the others, I immediately shift, letting my wolf take over.

Mara replied, feeling conflicted. "I might have a solution for that. I can help you smooth things over with Ethan, but in return, you'll join me for a smoke," Adrian suggested. Mara shook her head firmly. "No, I've sworn off drinking. I won't break that promise." "What about smoking? It's a small indulgence. So, what do you say?" Adrian persisted. "It's still within bounds. What's your plan?" Mara inquired. Adrian shared a link to an application designed to provide relationship advice.

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

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.

“The Ailuranthrope, the first of our kind, was bound to all of you because she was the mother of your true mates. But she is gone. I carry her power, but I am not her.” For the first time, hesitation flickers across their expressions. The truth shakes them. But one of them isn’t willing to accept it. Kaiden Nightwalker, the most volatile of the three, steps forward. His jaw clenches, his dark presence crackling with raw energy. “No.” His voice is firm. Unyielding. “I feel it. You are mine.” Jasmine shakes her head. “You’re wrong.” But Kaiden doesn’t listen. In the blink of an eye, he moves. A rush of dark energy explodes through the arena, and before I can react, he’s gone. And so is Jasmine