Marauders Fan Casting Novels & Stories

One word from her and Willow knew exactly who Marshall got his troublesome character from. His mother, Mara, was playful and mischievous even if she was older and she looked too young to be Marshall's mother. She could pass off as his sister or girlfriend. Willow and Mara hit it right off and Willow could not be more happier. Especially after how it was with her and Adele. His pack accepted her without any fuss. That was how much they loved, respected and trusted him as their alpha. After waiting for three months and being together with Marshall in hiding, Willow decided that it was time to come out. Their relationship making the headlines was inevitable, whether they announced it then or te

“But she has feelings for Damien, doesn’t she?” Fera scowls, “Mara has always had this personality. Even as a child, if she was forced to share her toys, she would rather destroy them.” I stare in Mara’s direction, my blood boiling, “So, she would betray the entire demon tribe just because she can’t have Damien?”

“They need someone less likely to run into a death tunnel with a cursed king.” Cassian muttered, “I am not cursed.” Ben gave him a sideways look. Cassian paused. “Not entirely.” Ben nodded. “That is what I thought.” Mara’s expression wavered. I reached for her hand. “I need you here.” She hated that. I saw it in her face. Mara was not built to wait safely while other people walked into danger. She was built to stitch wounds under fire, to slap sense into reckless boys, to stand between children and knives with nothing but a kitchen blade and spite.

A splinter from the shattered barricade had driven deep into her femoral artery when Rhys’s heavy infantry made their last push. Mara, usually the fiercest Beta in my scout unit, was pale—not the paleness of fear, but the waxen look of a body running out of life. Her blue eyes were unfocused, her fingers clutching the sleeve of my tunic with a strength that was fading by the second. "Elara... the pups," she whispered, her teeth stained pink. "Did they... get to the deep caves?"

I said, voice thick with everything I couldn’t say out loud—for our child, for all of us—“then yes. Tell her yes.” Damian nodded once. Victor reached for his phone. Mara watched it all with the face of a woman who’d bled for twenty years fighting these shadows from the outside, now seeing justice stir from within. Her expression had raw relief flickering there. Soren noticed. He didn’t speak, but the way his hand brushed hers said everything. NOVA Sunlight shone brightly through the corridors as I walked beside Darius after Garrett’s meeting at the Ravenmark Pack. My wolf was restless, hopeful in a way that still scared me.

The packs may be more likely to give us up if they are starved out of their land. But at this moment, Mara was still my most immediate threat because she had already tried to kill me. She’d gone dark after her last failed power play, but the word was she was gathering her own loyalists, promising the moon if they delivered my head, or—worse—Sirus.

If those lines broke? If an omega could just… skip them? If an omega, a useless little river rat with a pretty face and a haunted stare, could go from “clean that” to untouchable in front of the entire pack overnight— Then what was Marla? What was Cassia? What were Tomas and Reed except fists for hire? That couldn’t be allowed. Marla lifted her chin, anger sharpening into something colder. “This ends now,” she said. Cassia crossed her arms. “Draven said if we touched her—”

"If we're going to stop dark magic, we need someone who understands it. Someone who's walked that line and came back." "Who?" I asked, though part of me wasn't sure I wanted to know. Mara sighed. "Rowan Thorne. A witch. She and Kieran have... history." The way she said 'history' made it clear it was the complicated kind. The romantic kind. Jealousy flared hot and unexpected in my chest—which was ridiculous given I'd kissed my ex-boyfriend less than twenty-four hours ago. "She's dangerous," Marcus warned. "Unpredictable. And she doesn't exactly do favors out of the goodness of her heart."

I continued, "Where he worked, where he lived, his neighbors… ” Faye, Ronald's sister and our most powerful female werewolf spoke up. “Since I and a few others tried and didn't get any info, I think I could reach out to one of my old friends. Her name is Mara. She works for the government. ” Everyone was surprised. "Getting her phone number is going to be slightly difficult, but I can do it. I don't have a guarantee that she'll help though, but

And valuable. A horrible combination. “If Mercer escapes Facility Nine,” Cameron said carefully, “Blackridge becomes the most likely retaliation target.” Understanding settled coldly into my chest. He needed someone strong enough to protect the pack if things went wrong. Needed a Luna. His Luna. Not a soldier. Goddess, I hated when he made sense. “You’ll have Mara,” Cameron added. Mara looked deeply offended. “What am I? Emotional support chaos?” “Yes,” several of us answered immediately. She looked betrayed. By dawn the strike teams left Blackridge.