Marauders Film Novels & Stories

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

One wrong move, one aggressive twitch from my enforcers, and this will turn into a bloodbath right inside our gates. Mara steps forward, entirely ignoring the machete pointed in our direction. "It's not a recruitment camp," Mara says smoothly. She reaches up, deliberately pulling her collar down to expose the jagged, brutal Cassian-scar on her neck. "It's a home." The she-wolf stares at the scar, her fierce expression faltering. "I know that look in your eyes," Mara continues, her voice dropping into a gritty, empathetic rasp. "You've been keeping them alive by sleeping with one eye open and fighting for every scrap of meat. You're exhausted. You're waiting for the trap to spring."

“Watch.” “I’m not interested,” Rose whispered, her voice rough. The old man didn’t look at her. He merely nodded once, and two soldiers stepped forward. One seized her shoulders, the other tilted her chin toward the wall. Rose jerked against them, but their grip was unyielding. The screen lit up with a moving image. Her throat closed. It was her. She saw herself standing in the courtroom, pen in hand, her mouth curved in a smile. She watched her own laughter, her own face tilted toward Dante as though she were the happiest bride in the world.

“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.

I burst out laughing because she landed so perfectly on that asshole’s personality. “His name is Calder Pike, and he was banished after fighting Xander. And you are spot on with the stalking.” “One. Three to go. You are going to be glorious bait!” Crean sings in the memory. Mara moves back into the shadows and the memory dissolves into grey fog before another takes form. We’re running through the forest now, following Mara on a path that no one should know was there. She is weaving in and out like a pro, and then she halts. She listens for a second before scaling the tall broad tree in front of her like a teenager.

Mara screamed. “We were,” Torren said, cutting down an Ironwood fighter. “Then we decided we hated you more than we disagreed with each other.” The battle turned immediately. Ironwood forces found themselves surrounded. Outnumbered. Trapped between the settlement’s defenders and the alliance’s reinforcements. They broke. Ran. Scattered into the forest pursued by alliance wolves. Mara stood alone in the center of chaos. Her army destroyed. Her plans ruined. Alina walked toward her. Sword raised.

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

Mia slowly spoke as she blinked her eyes slowly. "I.." Mara wanted to explain but she heard someone scream from behind and she knew she had to make a run for it if she wanted to remain alive. She pushed Mia roughly as she ran off. Three hefty men in Black which were chasing Mara earlier didn't even notice Mia who was on the floor and rubbing her injured shoulder. At Lakshmi's house Lakshmi's POV "Please wait!!" I yelled as I ran after the lady with my phone in my hand. "Yes" she gently turned around the moment I got close enough to tap her gently on the back.

For a moment, I black out as Dante surges and forces me to shift, and when I come to mere seconds later, Mara is walking down the pass, somehow still in her human form. The soldiers are so taken aback that everyone stops fighting just to watch her. Silence quieter than the grave descends on the battlefield. “Fuck you!” Mara bellows, and unleashes the sun on our enemy. The whole world lights up as Mara’s magic rolls over the Red Ridge soldiers like a nuclear blast. Planes plummet from the sky, the humans screech as they catch on fire, shells detonate inside the tanks, bullets disintegrate in their barrels. I throw back my head and howl. A warrior's cry. It’s all or nothing. *Kill them all,* I

Amara was crying for help until some heavy footsteps were heard, which she knew were familiar. The room was lighted as someone entered the room with a lamp. His eyes were blue as ice. He was tall, sculpted with broad shoulders. He then put down the lamp and lit up his cigar as he smoked in the room and proceeded with a long sigh. “Would you want me to kill all of you?” he asked warily. “Killian?” Klaud, who also harmed Amara, had spoken in sudden disbelief. “I knew it!” Killian, one of the top warrior wolves, yelled.