Marauders Books Novels & Stories

“Are you guys ready to finally do as we were formed to do?” My eyes glared at Callighan as he lifted his head up to the sky. Once that loud howl came from him, we all prepared ourselves as the wolves charged at us altogether. All we could do was fight to our hearts desire. One charged at me and right when I thought life was over for me, the gunshots came right after him. Pow! Pow! Pow! Pow! However, those shots were not enough… -To Be Continued- The End of Book 2

Everyone kept their distance and put their support for the Rui Lin Mafia in shadow. But in the middle of the chaos and despair, Sherly found a glimmer of hope. The exposure of the Vile Mafia's crimes and the collaboration between the Rui Lin Mafia and the government marked a significant step towards justice and accountability. It was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the unwavering resolve to confront evil and restore peace.

And they're huge. The way the story ends in this book isn't complete, because Adonis and Bella get another book in the series. That book is the sixth, so I can't proceed with their story without finishing books 2, 3, 4 and 5, because the 6th book picks up from where Bella and Adonis's story left off in this book but continues through the story of the rest of the couples. And I simply don't want to ruin the surprises the other couples have to offer in the meantime.

**Thank you so much for reading The Gladiator Wolf King. I truly hope you enjoyed the book. I have no set release dates but the next two books I will be working on are: Hunji: A Broken wolf & the last witch of Andora, and also Tawny's story: The Crimson Grimalkin. I hope you will follow me for the latest news and upcoming work. Please do not forget to leave me a review and thank you all for reading my stories I hope I can continue to entertain you with many more books!

Mara felt the sound in her bones. ‘IST FUNDS’. The windows of the archive tower exploded. Pages swirled through the air. The huge book about the city began to re-leaf itself. Faster. Always faster. Like looking for something. Or someone. Then it stopped. One side. A single line appeared. Mara could read her for a heartbeat. Just one. But that was enough. For there stood: At the end of all stories, Mara will open the door. Then burned the side. Now.

Power will change, Revenge will change But the only thing that will not change will be . . . The Resurrection of the Thunder wolf. Next book titled : Thunder wolf ( book 2)

Well, neither had I. My eyes drifted to the stairs as Pa ambled down, his brows bent in worry. “Somebody tell me what we should do with the fucking Outlaws?” he yelled when he reached us by the sitting area. Pietro stepped forward and questioned, “Why? What did those motherfuckers do now?” “They flamed another of our warehouses last night. We lost some of our highly expensive drugs.” Pa looked distressed and sat in his armchair, his fingers stroking his temple. “What do they want from us?”

I tell him. Flavius nods in response and begins to pack his things. I fill my satchel with various clothing items and few books. "Why are you packing books?" Flavius asks curiously. "Since we are visiting another horde without sending a messenger ahead, I need to bring something that will serve as a gift. Those of the Horde of Fates are known knowledge seekers. I have many books in my private collection that have not been seen since The Fires. They should serve as a suitable present," I say.

Maybe I could make sure it never consumed me—or anyone else—again. Edward found me still awake by dawn, the book open across my knees. “You didn’t sleep again,” he said quietly, rubbing his eyes. I looked up at him, guilt pricking my chest. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop reading.” He sat beside me, brushing his fingers over the brittle pages. “What is this?” “Mara gave it to me. It’s about the old bloodlines—the Flameborn, the Shadewalkers. I think it explains what happened to us.”

The faintly living one pulsed once, quiet and content. She wasn’t leaning on it. She didn’t need to. Words, here, came from her. Hours later, when the light outside had shifted from gray to late afternoon gold, Willa reached the end of the chapter. Then, the end of the act. Then, the end of the book. On the page, Mara and her monster had survived the game analog. The system that had used them was gone. They stood in a world that wasn’t scripted, with scars that wouldn’t vanish just because the curtain had come down.