Marauder Sentence Novels & Stories

The sound of Mara’s heels echoed against the concrete floor, slow and deliberate. Each click seemed to slice through the thick silence of the darkened science wing. Cade stood in front of Lila, protective, his stance coiled tight like a spring. “Mara,” he said evenly, his voice sharp, controlled. “Put the gun down.” Mara’s crimson lips curled into a smirk. “You should know better, Cade. I don’t take orders. Especially not from traitors.”

she whispered, choking with tears. “What is going on here, Ophelia asked me to come because there was trouble.” Mara’s mother said, her eyes filled with fear “These stones and amulets are used for black magic. Mara is an evil sorceress and her mission is to suck the blood of our young ones.” she shrieked, her voice filled with contempt. Mara could not believe the words that Mia was saying, they were not friends but she never took her as an enemy; rather she admired Mias’ skills in the act of wizardry and wanted to learn from her not until she noticed that Mia dabbled in black magic.

I inhaled deeply, letting her guide me, letting the bond between us blaze, a light in the darkness, a force to be reckoned with. As the labyrinth unfolded, whispers of my prowess began to spread. Mara, the rogue, the one claimed by Dresden, was moving with precision, grace, and lethal instinct. My wolf leaped into action, every sense heightened, every muscle responding, and I felt a surge of exhilaration unlike anything before.

’ Mara looked back to the Aurora. The ship moved easily with the waves. There was only sea behind him. Endless wide. And suddenly, Mara felt something she almost forgot. Not security. Not control. It's an adventure.

"Pretty much everyone I have left besides the two of you. So, no." Cade shook his head. "Had to offer." "Okay." I leaned back in my chair. "Now that we're clear on that, here's what I know." Mara and I are both destroyer wolves. Hers was external — pure force, pure command, an alpha voice that could crack stone. She could bring a room to its knees with four syllables. Mine was that, and something else. The mental channel, but also through voice. Mara did not know I had this skill yet.

Mara’s POV When I slept earlier, I had a dream where everything I did when I turned feral replayed like a movie on a massive cinema screen. It was frightening. It was a war against the laws of nature. I never left a single spot. I lifted my hand, slid bottles of drinks off the shelves, and hurled them at Aldrich as if I were on a special mission to have him killed—no matter what. I even threw a dagger at him. If that blade had hit him, everything would have been entirely different. I would have murdered someone. Then the guards came. The maids followed. Even Evander appeared. I attempted to kill them all. I failed—but I did hurt the poor maids and guards.

Two of my warriors—Blaze and Rowan—step out of the trees behind me. They freeze. They look at me. Then at her. Then back at me. Blaze mouths silently, Did our Alpha just propose to a human? Rowan whispers, “Is he sick? Cursed? Should we call the healer?” I want the ground to swallow me. My mate stares at me like I’m completely insane. Then she says the words that shatter my pride in the dumbest way possible: “No. I don’t marry kidnappers or shirtless men!” She turns to run.