Marauders Era Novels & Stories

Mara was really fed up and she didn't know how much of it she could take. She had been restricting herself for too long and she just felt like strangling Wendy. "Don't you even think about it, four of you" she warned the girls who tried to come close to her to attack her. No one needed to tell them to use their brains as they all moved back, creating a great distance between themselves and Mara. They knew who Mara was and she wasn't going to take any bullsh*t from nobody. "M.. a.. ra" Wendy struggled to free herself from Mara's grip but she was too strong for her. It felt like she was being pinned down by a metal hand or something.

Soldiers dropped one after another, their careful formation dissolving into chaos. The commander reacted faster than most. "Shields! Forward!" he roared. His officers repeated the order. Discipline returned in patches. Small groups locked shields together, creating pockets of resistance. Better than average. Still not enough. "Mara." She was already moving. Her squad surged from the rocks on our left, slamming into the exposed flank before the enemy realized anyone had left cover. Steel rang through the night. One soldier barely managed to turn before Mara's axe drove him to the ground.

I gave Elera a bow then took my leave. I couldn't waste any time, I gathered my warriors early the next morning, determined to keep a close eye on Sam, he was still a suspect, I had to watch him and anyone else who might be involved in Mara's disappearance. "Listen up," I said, addressing the group who looked a bit confused why I had called for this meeting. "We will soon be at war with the rogues, do not once underestimate the extent of their powers because rogues aren't just wolves who had been cast out of a pack there are other creatures amongst them, there is reason to believe they are working together”

“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.

"Go! Get to the wards!" But the battlefield had become a nightmare. Rogues were everywhere, their greater numbers beginning to tell as Moonhowl's warriors fought to hold the line. She saw Mara trading blows with a massive brute twice her size, and watched as young warriors went down under coordinated attacks.

"I wasn't always just an Alpha's mate, you know. Before I met Logan, I was the Eastern Territory's top infiltration specialist." Alpha Logan's expression softened as he looked at his mate. "Mara could slip past a dozen sentries without disturbing a leaf. Marc won't know what hit him." This revelation about Luna Mara surprised me, adding yet another layer to the woman I'd come to respect over the past few days. "Meanwhile," Uncle Mateo continued, "Marabelle will approach through the old tunnels beneath the Conclave grounds. They were sealed after the Second Territory Wars, but the Silver Shadow has been working to clear a path."

"She wanted to bridge the Void to this world. She wanted to rule a graveyard. But I? I have much more refined tastes. I don't want to destroy the packs, Elara. I want to own them. And what better face for a new world order than the God of War?" "You won't get far," Mara said, stepping up beside Leo. The outcasts were gathering, their eyes no longer crimson, but filled with the sharp, clear light of free will. They looked at the thing wearing their Alpha’s face with a mixture of revulsion and dread. "The Blood-Moon Pack might be broken, but we aren't your slaves."

While for him that was what the rise of Era… The era of a complete family… The era of a Vampire family… “You Protect Me And I Protect You, Together Let’s Rise The Vampire Era!”

Alpha Ronan of Stonefang Pack and his heavy fighters formed walls to block attacks. And more. So many more. The friends I’d made. The alliances I’d built. The trust I’d earned. All of them showed up right when we needed them most. “Sorry we’re late, Luna!” Marcus called. “Had to fight a few hundred controlled wolves on the way!” “Better late than never!” I shouted back. The battle turned fast. What had been a desperate last stand became a clear victory. The controlled wolves, shaken by Mara’s gift, started to falter.

"Something that would restart everything, Marcus. Once everyone of my people are back in the Netherworld except for Me, the Seven Rulers Of Hell, and the generals, destroy the bridge." "Then how will you-" Mara glared at him to shut him up. "Abide my words, Marcus. Trust me, we will be able to return." The only people left standing in the battlefield was the Thirteen Generals of Hell, the Seven Rulers Of Hell, the Seven Seraphims, Mara, a hundred of angels, and Shane. Damien fled and went back to where he left Lara. If he hadn't known that she's pregnant, he would have chosen to stay there and fight till death.