Marauders Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His eyes darted between us before moving down to my waist. “What's going on? Where is your rope, Mara?” he asked staring at me. I refused to answer. I didn't want to. “I asked you a—” “Mara already found her mate,” Silas said from beside me, calm as ever. “So of course it’s gone.” He paused, then added, “I’m her fated mate.” Jace burst out in laughter. “Nice joke,” he said. “You are Mara's fated mate? Impossible. I am her—”

Mara’s voice was bright and fierce, her brown eyes glinting with determination, her breath visible in the frigid air, the ice crunching under her boots, the plateau a treacherous expanse, the chill a constant threat. “Let’s burn through these illusions, Jas!” Mara called, her laughter sharp and defiant, her brown eyes blazing, the bead cord on her wrist catching the blue glow, the wind biting at her skin, the plateau a treacherous expanse, the chill a test of their bond. “I’m not letting some magic trick stop us now!” She gripped her dagger tighter, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind whipping across the plateau, the blue glow a constant threat, the sanctum’s threshold a challenge they fac

he shouted clutching her wounded thigh but Mara had left. ~~ The next morning, Mara left home to hustle with her friends as usual. Just as they settled down to be drinking a fight broke up, some group of hoodlums are trying to woo Evelyn, Evelyn has no feeling for the guy thus making her curse him and a fight broke up between the two. They fought, Mara is injured they broke bottles, they guys group are also strong but Mara and her gang are also ruthless. Then a rich man in his car passed, sensing the fight he stopped

Mara stood after a moment, brushing dust from her clothes. “I can’t stay with you,” she said. “They’ll track proximity patterns eventually.” Dante nodded. “She’s right.” Aiden felt the bond tighten slightly—not fear, not resistance—reluctance. “What will you do?” Aiden asked. Mara’s mouth twitched into something like a smile. “I still know how their systems breathe,” she said. “I just don’t belong to them anymore.” Dante’s eyebrows lifted. “Careful,” he said. “That sounds like joining something.”

Moonridge. The rogues had carried Moonridge’s mark. Darius had sent them. Or worse… he had allowed it. Mara stepped back, tying off the cloth with efficient fingers. “You heal fast,” she said. “Your wolf is stronger than you think.” Elara flexed her arm. The pain was already fading. “I didn’t even realize I was injured,” she admitted. “That’s the problem with adrenaline,” Mara replied. “It hides things until later.” Her sharp gaze lifted to Elara’s face. “Including fear.”

Aurora shrugged. “Who’s a fan? I’ll let you know that I am the Alpha’s biggest fan.” Sadie said, closing the door. She turned to look at Aurora and Layla, who both just shrugged. “Well, let’s head out together. I’m done with what I needed to do in there.” --- :::::::::::: ::::::::::: :::::::::::: Maverick stood at the lone narrow bridge in the middle of the forest. Beneath it was a lake, and the stars and night lights reflected on it beautifully.

Every possible ending could be used against her if she gave them enough spectacle. So she turned away. The movement cost her more than anyone in the courtyard could know. Maren laughed. “Run, then.” Rhea kept walking. “False Luna,” Maren called after her. “False bond. False grief.” Rhea’s steps slowed, but she did not stop. “You bewitched him,” Maren said, louder now. “You crawled into his wolf because no man would choose you with his eyes open.” The courtyard went still. Darian’s growl was low and immediate.

Failed. Miriam Blackthorn stood in the corridor. Her eyes moved—streamers, the arrangement of us, Rhys's hand still holding mine. Her arms folded. I let go of his hand. Dropped my head. "What is going on in here?" Rhys reached over and took my hand back. I looked at him. He didn't look at me. He looked at his mother. "Mara is our mate, Mom." Quiet. Miriam looked at me for a long moment. Not at her sons. At me. Her expression stayed warm, nearly perfect, the kind of smile that cost nothing because it meant nothing.

But my eyes could see: I saw her break free, I saw Luma run to help the cadets, I saw Aria pick up a stone and run toward us. My heart roared inside my silent chest—she was free. Malrick saw my look, followed my gaze, and his face twisted in pure rage. “No,” he snarled, “no, you do not get to win.” He lunged at me, not to punch but to wrap his arms around me, to drive me to the ground. His strength was immense, fueled by a lifetime of cold hatred, and we fell, wrestling in the dirt. His hands went for my throat.

I didn't breathe. I just stood at the back of the Ashford packhouse ballroom in my navy dress with my champagne glass in my hand and felt the bond I had carried for eight years dissolve into nothing. Gone. Just like that. Like it had never been real at all. My name is Mara Voss. Pack medic. I'm twenty-seven years old. I've been told I'm strong. I've been told I don't break. I've spent seven years in the emergency bay pulling wolves back from the edge, keeping my hands steady while everything around me falls apart.