Marauder Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How do you even know about the great book?" Sighing, Luca moved towards the back of the cave. Leaning against the rocky wall, he frowned. "After you were infected with the poison, by all rules you should've died..." Gazing at the fire he continued. "The great book had a connection with you, the same way you do with other Dragons. Before the poison could take your life completely, the Great Book sent her last energy to you..." Snapping his gaze back to me, his face hardened. "She has chosen you to have her energy, to live on in her name and help other riders... To be the saviour of the Dragons."

I hadn't prohibited this room for anyone, so I couldn’t blame Mariella for the irritation I felt. She was inside the room, on her tiptoes over the two-staired ladder, trying to reach for the books over the shelf. This girl would get herself in trouble if left alone for a single second. But in this scenario, I wouldn’t blame her height, but that fucking ladder. Was that even a ladder? A crisp sound reached my ears, and my eyes snapped toward the leg of the shelf. The wood had rotten because of the dampness in the room. I rushed inside, knowing full well what was about to happen. Mariella wasn’t even aware of the whole situation.

It turns out that there is a higher being in the academy. "Was it him?" the headmaster ask again without saying the person's name. But they are the only ones who can hear their conversations as they are doing telepathic conversations. "It's complicated, to be honest, I am not sure. We shall leave it to destiny. What we must do is prepare for the upcoming war, as we are running out of time. Perhaps in a year or two, the groups of Mara will reveal themselves" he explained while giving importance to the word 'Mara'.

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Marigold I was locked in place as turmoil ruled around me, Maverick and his team of males trying their damnedest to pull a miracle out of their asses. Nicolai was unconscious, badly injured from an ambush during his rescue mission with one of my true mates, and now both pieces of my soul were bounding off into danger de novo, my sister still in the clutches of my manipulative father. How much more fucked up could my family get? Letting the terror win as I drowned in my misery, I don’t know how long I stood there before someone broke me out of my stupor, but once the haze cleared, I was searching for some way to contribute, not wanting to be the damsel in distress.

Asher observed from the corner, maintaining his silence. Kai surrendered the worn leather book without resistance. The binding cracked softly as he extended it toward me. "Mara wrote most of it," he said, and I caught the tremor in his voice when he spoke her name. "My lost love. She figured out the Shadow Keeper before it took her." He gulped hard. "Draven, you need to read the parts about your father." I flipped through the pages rapidly, my eyes scanning the elegant handwriting that belonged to a woman I'd never met.

Mara looked at me with those sharp calculating eyes of hers. "She's gone," she said. "Rogues in that forest would have taken her" "Rogues didn't get her," I said. Mara went still. I watched the calculation move across her face. The reorganization of assumption. "Someone pulled her out,I don't know who yet. But she's alive and she's somewhere and as long as she's somewhere she's a problem." I said. "She's a rejected omega," Mara said. "With no wolf and no rank"

“I’m sorry again, Jordan. For everything I did while working for the splinter group. For the lies. For the times I watched and reported instead of helping when I could have.” Jordan surprised her by changing the subject completely. “Tell me about your childhood instead. Before they recruited you. What was it like? I want to understand who you were before all of this.” Mara hesitated for a long moment, clearly caught off guard by the question. “I… I was barely older than a teenager when they found me. Angry. Lost. My pack had been struggling after a bad winter. Resources were scarce. They offered purpose. Strength. A family that wouldn’t abandon me. I believed loyalty meant absolute obedience

Dangerously important. Lucian seemed to reach the same conclusion. "He discovered something." Nobody disagreed. The binder practically screamed it. Arthur had learned something years ago. Something large enough to reshape his understanding of Adrian. Something large enough to justify twenty-eight years of protection. Something large enough that he expected future readers to need explaining. Mara turned another page. Then another. Her eyes widened slightly. "What?" I asked. She hesitated. For the first time all day, Mara seemed reluctant to read aloud. That alone worried me.

The hallway outside the archives felt too warm after the cold underground air. Or maybe it only felt that way because my nerves were still stretched too tightly beneath my skin. Mara walked beside me in silence for exactly twelve seconds. Then she muttered, “So. That was horrifying.” I snorted softly despite myself. “Insightful.” “I’m serious.” She adjusted the ice pack against her shoulder with a grimace. “Your pack has secret sleeper wolves, illegal conditioning experiments, dead children buried in forests, and apparently somebody murdered Cameron’s father.”