Marauders Film Novels & Stories

The Blackwood wolves were beautiful and terrifying, a storm wrapped in flesh. And she was walking into it unarmed. Mara appeared from the throng, her dark hair braided with wolf teeth, her smile sharp. “Bringing your little lamb to the slaughter, Alpha?” Kade’s growl vibrated through Lena’s bones. “Careful, Mara.” But Mara only tilted her head, eyes gleaming. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to pick her bones clean when the shadows are done with her.” Before Lena could snap back, Kade’s hand tightened at her back, steering her away. His silence was louder than any threat.

Where are the guards that went with them? "Water! Water!" That's the first thing Maddox cries for. The maids hurry out to bring water. "Are you okay?" They rush toward them, checking their face and body for any more injuries. "Where are the others?" I demand. "We had to run." Maddox goes first. "The forest isn't safe." "Not just the animals, but the trees and ground too. The plague is spreading faster than anyone predicted." Miles chokes out, pointing towards the dark forest they had just run through.

On the third night, Mara returned. I felt it before I saw her. The wards at the edge of the compound rippled, a faint hum vibrating in my bones. Then the gates opened, and she staggered inside, blood on her shoulder, her blade chipped and dull. The two scouts with her looked worse—one limping, the other pale as death. The courtyard filled instantly with wolves, their voices rising in alarm. Edward was at Mara’s side within seconds, catching her as she nearly collapsed. “What happened?” he demanded.

he chipped in. Mara glared at him. She could endure anything, including being kidnapped, but she would not be lied to. She decided she would make that clear. "I was not spying. I only need to go home," she said "Home?" the werewolves asked sarcastically, laughing at her. Mara felt embarrassed by their reactions, but she could do nothing now. Since they acted as if they manned her, she would be killed. Better to state her purpose now than in a manner that did not give off the fear she was desperately trying to hide from them all. She was afraid of what these men would do to

Mara’s eyes lift from my hand to my face. “Thank you,” she says simply. “Don’t thank me yet.” I glance around at the rubble of our little civil war. “We should tie the clever ones before they get clever again.” Lio watches me, patient now with a new flavor, measuring. I hold his stare. I let him see the wolf that doesn’t look like much until it’s at your throat. He looks away first. It feels like a win and a warning. The door slams open and Hazel takes in the scene. Barley beach, ashy snow, men moaning, Mara bloody and upright, me with my hand pressed to her arm and looking like I rolled through a drawer of bad decisions, and grins with all her teeth.

Jerry's voice in the video seemed to evoke my trauma about that night. The video continued to play, until the last part arrived where Lily Hayes confessed that she wanted to snatch my wealth which was in Adam's hands and then throw him away in order to marry the big boss of the Dragonbone mafia, Jerry Walker. "[More importantly, when did you dump that guy? Don't forget your promise to marry me after getting all that wealth. Who is that poor jerk's name ... Adam Moss, right?]" "[Tsk! We'll think about that later after I succeed in taking over the wealth that Adam got from that bitchy from Hart.]"

Footsteps closed in. Mara fired a stolen weapon from behind an overturned workstation, her hands shaking but her aim steady enough to force their attackers back for a second. “ARI!” she screamed. “NOW!” Cassian tightened his grip weakly. “Listen,” he whispered. Ari leaned closer, tears blurring everything into red and shadow. “They want leverage.” His breath hitched. Ari’s stomach dropped. “You have to go…” Another shot exploded against the metal table inches from Ari’s head. Mara lunged forward and physically dragged him back.

The forest seemed endless, a living thing determined to swallow me whole, but I could see the road now flashes of metal and light cutting through the blackness like beacons. I would survive this night. Whatever came after… that was a battle for later. *** Ara staggered forward, each labored step a fresh torment. The crude stitches pulling at her torn flesh burned like fire with every movement, while deeper gashes wept blood that soaked through her ragged clothes and trickled down her skin. Pain radiated through her body in relentless waves, threatening to drag her into unconsciousness, but she clenched her jaw and pushed on. She would not stop. Not yet.

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.

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.