Marauders Era Novels & Stories

They were the Feral Six of Iteration One—the ones who failed a billion years ago. The Tournament of the Grand Stack has turned into a generational war. To survive the next match, Elara and her pack must face the ghosts of their own past—the versions of themselves that succumbed to the darkness.

Mara said to Dave while eating her food. "Well, that's because you don't trust me. If you had trusted me, then you would have known that I meant it when I said that I was going to conquer the biggest pack in existence," Dave said to Mara with a proud tone. "And who said that I didn't trust you? Of course I trusted you, but still I had my doubts. Mind you, back then we didn't even have many soldiers, and also Adrian was the Alpha of this pack then, and unlike Alex, Adrian was a very strong Alpha, and I knew that there was no way you were going to succeed in defeating him with the little soldiers we had back then," Mara said to Dave, who nodded in reply while eating his food.

And resentment spread faster than enemies sometimes. Tarren finally sat stiffly. Another opposing leader, Mara of Stone Ridge, leaned forward. “With respect, Supreme Elder, we are discussing wolves who abandoned the coalition system entirely.” “Four generations ago,” Iris corrected. “They still abandoned it.” “They also spent those generations guarding something none of us knew existed.” Mara’s expression hardened. “According to them.” A few wolves nodded quietly. Iris expected that. Distrust was reasonable here. The problem was that reasonable fear became dangerous when mixed with politics.

Her eyes were pale, almost colorless, and far too calm for someone standing in the woods beside a hatch with an undead nightmare trying to crawl out of it. “My name is Mara Vey.” I knew that name. Not from training. From whispers. From half-burned files and commanders who changed the subject when her name came up. Mara Vey had been one of Aurelia’s best infiltrators before I was old enough to hold a blade correctly. She had crossed into wolf territory six years ago and never returned. Officially, she had been declared dead. Unofficially, some said she defected. Others said the wolves tore her apart and mailed back what was left.

The hunters were the most wondrous baddies they faced each time as wolves. There was no way they would ever stoop low from their high throne of self-righteous acts of killing innocent and unsuspecting werewolves. He had begun to wonder about Mara and if, for once, she had been playing them. There was no telling as all he could remember was how much the girl stood by them and fought by them. Getting the light claw pack would have been a better plan, but then it struck him.

But we’d survived, together. I felt the weight of it all pressing down, the adrenaline fading just enough for reality to seep back. I was alive. Cameron was alive. My brothers were alive. We had survived Mara’s trap. And somewhere deep inside, my wolf purred, dark satisfaction rolling through me. "We were predators, hunters, and protectors. We were a force Mara had underestimated… and she had paid the ultimate price." My gaze swept the clearing, taking in the aftermath, the blood, the carnage, the chaos.

The only commonality among these six individuals was that they each had the same emblem on the back of their respective armor. This was another team-oriented mechanic that could be found in Immortal Era. This mechanic is for persons that wanted to work together with a greater number than can be accommodated by standard parties but has fewer numbers than what is needed to form guilds. Members would have to register at a Mercenary guild, where they would then be allowed to form mercenary groups. These mercenary groups are given roughly the same amount of benefits that guilds can have, with a few restrictions.

The storm was here, and they would either stand and fight or be swept away in its wake. --- Later that day, the rebellion’s forces assembled, a motley group of survivors, rebels, and outcasts who had come together under the banner of the Moonmark. The camp was filled with a tense energy, everyone sharpening weapons, preparing supplies, and setting their sights on the battle ahead. Each person knew what was at stake, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on all of them.

“Caden’s dealing with patrol rotations. Why?” “I need to talk to you.” I straightened. Her tone was direct, calm, but not tentative. I liked that. She didn’t shrink herself around me anymore. “I’m listening.” She exhaled slowly. “I’ve been in touch with Mara.” I nodded once. “The rogue Alpha?” “She’s not a rogue. Not anymore. She has a following—wolves who don’t belong anywhere else. Fighters. Survivors.” Mara had helped Kalilah when no one else was there.

he said, shaking his head sadly. " It bled my heart the last time I had to kill so many of you " Thomas said, and in that moment Reuben's eyes widened in realization, and he put it all together, the attack at the beach, when Fasting had killed fourteen agents, it wasn't Fasting's men that had infiltrated the group, it was Thomas, he convinced CSS agents to fire at their own team members, it was him all along.