Marauders Fanfiction Novels & Stories

His claws extended, digging into her skin, his wolf raging beneath the surface. "I said answer me," he repeated. "As you were cheating on me with that fool, did you ever think about how I would feel when I found out? Did you ever take into consideration my feelings as you watched me shower love and affection on a child that wasn't mine?" Adrian growled angrily as his grip tightened around her neck. Mara's breath hitched as her vision blurred. Her wolf, sensing the danger, fought to take control, but it was too weak to overpower Adrian’s enraged form. She could feel her life slipping away, each breath more shallow than the last.

I can admit, I’ve ben petty. It was a rough day when I realized Alicia was playing Alpha Connor like she so easily played Alpha Herold. Mara was finally sent to the Royal pack hospital, and it’s been enough time to consider the evil plans of that witch and whatever she has going on with Alpha Connor.

she said as she stood in between us as she faced me Malem quickly rose her pipe and pointed it at Mara's direction and poured water on her as she laughed out loud. "Whattt, my hairrrr" Mara complained as she laughed ,and turned to face Malem trying to drag the pipe from her hand. I quickly picked up my pipe and poured water on Malem. " Bloody hell, I thought we were on the same team Mike" she groaned as she used her hands to demonstrate her displease.

"We were up all night. He said he needed to reclaim his pride after your little stunt. He promised that the second he becomes Alpha... he's marking me right here." My eyes flicked to the mark. A week ago, it would have killed me. Now? It looked like a desperate branding on a piece of cattle. "Congratulations," I deadpanned. "I hope he's better in bed than he is at managing a budget. Because honestly? The bar is low." Ding. [DELETION COMPLETE.] I pulled my flash drive out of the server. The pack's logistics were now officially a ghost town. Good luck running a territory when you don't know who supplies your food or where your borders are.

Do whatever I can to let these girls know someone will fight for them at least. I doubt it'll give them hope, though. I think that's been beaten out of them. But what happens after tonight? What happens to them when I'm gone? What happens to Mara who tried to save me? She has no idea what she's up against. The man who took her, the men I can now hear on the other side of that door, they're predators. And watching their prey, terrorizing their prey, that's half the fun.

Ash thrummed within him, the massive gray wolf's scarred muzzle a constant reminder of survival, but Kael's emotions layered deeper: love for Alya anchoring him after their hot spring confession, guilt from his past still lingering like the mist, and a focused determination to prove his loyalty in this scout. Mara covered the right, her blonde hair loose and flowing, catching the moonlight in golden strands that contrasted her sharp green eyes, which darted through the fog with beta alertness. Her wiry frame stepped lightly over roots and stones, her moss-green vest and pants camouflaged in the ruins' overgrowth, the claw tattoo on her shoulder glinting gold like a ward against the dark. Sto

“Double-check formation lines! Healers with runners—no one moves until signal!” Mara strode past with a half-buckled cloak, her copper hair tied high, eyes gleaming with something close to exhilaration. She caught my wrist briefly. “You look ready,” she said. “You think I have a choice?” A sharp grin. “You always did better with a chase.” I snorted softly. “You sound far too eager for someone about to wade into war.” “Eager?” she shrugged. “No. But I like knowing the bastards who hurt her are about to pay.”

Mara’s POV When I slept earlier, I had a dream where everything I did when I turned feral replayed like a movie on a massive cinema screen. It was frightening. It was a war against the laws of nature. I never left a single spot. I lifted my hand, slid bottles of drinks off the shelves, and hurled them at Aldrich as if I were on a special mission to have him killed—no matter what. I even threw a dagger at him. If that blade had hit him, everything would have been entirely different. I would have murdered someone. Then the guards came. The maids followed. Even Evander appeared. I attempted to kill them all. I failed—but I did hurt the poor maids and guards.

"Mara!" Treddian snapped, getting my attention faster than anything else he could have done. I looked into his eyes and saw the same worry, fear, and heartbreak that I was feeling. "Mara, my own mate is on the other side of that. And true, our mating is not the same as you and Tohr's. But I still feel the pain of his absence. But we cannot go after them. We must stay here. We must stay here and believe they will come back," he said and broke the cardinal rule giving me a quick, hard hug.

This girl is delusional if she really thinks I’d ever want anyone over Daya. “Mara! He’s playing you! He’s on his way to fuck Daya while you rot in here. For once, think!” Justin roars and Aurelian growls, making his way to hurt Justin again in some medieval way, no doubt. Justin immediately shuts up as Aurelian encroaches on his cell. “Is that true, Darius?” Mara asks. Give me strength, Moon Goddess. I look up to the dingy ceiling, hoping for some divine support. I walk closer to Mara’s cell.