Marauder Book Novels & Stories

Wendy Another library. Another dead end. So far, anyway. "Nothing." I close the book louder than I mean to, and a woman at the next table over glares at me. I make an apologetic face and shrink into myself. "Same here." Alec pushes his book away. The local library on the third island isn't much bigger than a house, and the number of books on local lore amounts to what can hardly be called a stack. "Maybe this is pointless," I mumble. "Igor spent decades searching for the coin. What makes us think we can find it in a few days?"

It was no ordinary book and neither was it meant for ordinary people. ‘’I need to get something for myself’’ Mara says walking onto the shelf hidden at the far end of the room. It is composed of books from history to spell casting and some hybrid notifications. She was not interested in any of the books, not until the red cover book fell to the ground catching her attention. ‘’Ways to make it work’’ the title read. Mara had no idea of what the book was about; those words were all it had and the back was completely plain and painted red.

THE JOURNEY THIS PART OF THE STORY DEALS WITH THE ADVENTURES, AND DANGERS AND CREATURES CZAR AND MARA WOULD ENCOUNTER AS THEY JOURNEY TO THE REALM BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH What's your name?” Mara said, running after the warrior. From the way he walked, she noticed he limped on his left foot but that did not stop him from walking so fast. He had been ignoring her since they escaped from the dangerous black haze.

I spoke aloud before speeding off to our next location on the hit list. 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 MARÍA'S POV- It has been Three weeks since I've been held captive. All I want to do is go home. I miss my brothers and they can't be doing so well with the loss of Lucien. I wonder if they are looking for me? Stupid question really I know they are. My brothers wouldn't leave me to deal with this alone nor would Marcel for that matter.

They knew that in the dangerous world of the underworld, disobedience was not an option. With a silent nod of understanding, Maria and Kim accepted the masks from Sherly, their determination to uphold the rules of the underworld stronger than ever. As they slipped the masks over their faces, they couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding at the consequences of betrayal. But with Sherly's chilling reminder echoing in their minds, they were more resolved than ever to protect themselves and their mission at all costs.

"Forget about scouting. We can't waste any more time." Gregory nods and falls in step behind us as we make our way out of the back lot. My heart is pounding in my chest as we move quickly down the abandoned streets, keeping to the shadows as best we can. "He's like a wild animal now," Brynn breathes. "Just days ago he was teaching me physics." "I didn't know you were a gorilla shifter," Gregory says to Marlow. "I didn't know either." Marlow rubs the back of his head and grins. "That's the first time it's happened. Pretty cool, huh?"

And only so many feet away was my little flame that had probably faced more trauma than me and neither of them was even close to being as traumatized and grief-stricken as I felt. I couldn’t tell them with words how I felt but knew each one of them was feeling it. Eventually, I calmed down, my breathing easing, and only then did Uncle Marcus release me. I stepped back and wiped the streaks of salty water from my face and took several deep long breaths. “I’m sorry for being a wuss,” I found the energy to smirk “Especially to you Rogue, you have faced just as much as me. *I didn’t die, Kellen. You saved me, offered me hope when I had none, Kellen. I did not suffer the way you did. You saved ev

Then, before Jasper could respond, he added, “In fact, the only thing that you did become is a werewolf.” “Not exactly,” Jasper hesitantly said. “The werewolf genetics are the strongest in me, but the other two are in there on some level.” “You have zombie in you?” Marcus screeched. When Jasper slowly nodded, he continued by bellowing, “And vampire?” Jasper grinned and gave a light snort, “I’m a regular mutt.” Marcus moved to the nearest chair and dropped his backside onto it. “Who else knows?” he asked with a sigh of resignation.

“Why are you here, Mara? You and Lila… what did you do to end up forgotten here.” Mara’s face hardened, old pain rising like a tide. She set the spoon down, hands clenching in her lap. “I had a pack once. Small, no grand name worth remembering, but it was home. Good hunting grounds, kind elders. I had a mate.” Her voice cracked on the word, but she steadied it. “We were happy. Truly happy. Planned a big family.” She touched her belly unconsciously, though the memory was years old. “Until he decided happiness wasn’t enough. Took another female… younger, from a stronger bloodline. When I was heavy with Lila, they banished me. Called me a burden. A weak link. Dumped me at the border like trash.

“You. Boil water. You. Tear clean linen. Not dirty. Clean. If you do not know the difference, ask someone less useless. Children to the hearth. Wounded against the east wall. Anyone who can stand and is not actively bleeding, help unload food.” The Briar Glen villagers stared at her. Mara pointed harder. “Move.” They moved. That was the real magic of the chapter, maybe. Not dead soldiers. Not bloodlines. Not the Crown. Mara standing in a ruined tower full of traumatized people and turning panic into tasks. I watched her organize the room with sharp hands and sharper words. Within minutes, the chaos changed shape. It did not vanish. Nothing that real vanished quickly. But fear became motion.