Marauders Harry Potter Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

He let out a loud yelp and fell to the floor, clutching the wound before turning back and looking at me with shock and evident anger. “Can't you just die already?” he roared. Cauis tried to get him up to keep running but I was already in front of them. “If you think you can stop our plans to take over the academy and all the packs, you're wrong,” Mara said, still clutching his bleeding arm. I saw something from the side of my eye but I didn't think of it as much till I heard his voice. “Duck!” he yelled and I instinctively did.

“I am. Very seriously considering stealing his lunch.” She gave me a look that could curdle milk. We ducked lower as two guards exited the tower. They walked toward the cliff edge, scanning the forest. Searching. “For us,” Mara said. “They know we’re close.” “They know you’re close,” I corrected. “You’re loud.” “I am stealth incarnate.” “You tripped twice coming up the hill.” “I was setting traps,” she said. “For the soil?” “Kael.” “What?” She glared. “If we get killed, I’m haunting you.”

“But if I took it only twice a year like I was supposed to… but I didn’t know when I’d go in heat, so I started to take them right away.” "Still not your fault. You had to shift to clear the potion out of your system, and you weren't allowed to shift. If anything, this is Haley and Lucas's fault." Mara doesn't speak, but she goes fluid in my arms, melting into me, trusting that I won’t hurt her. My treacherous heart starts to flippity-flap in my chest, and my knees threaten to give way. I am going to love this girl. I’m going to love her fiercely, with everything inside me, and I’ll make sure no one ever hurts her again.

The second fought with hunger, with wicked delight, as though every blow only sharpened him. And Mara—Mara was the fire between them. Her pulse raced, her breath shallow, as she realized the truth. She wasn’t just caught in their war. She was the prize. And both of them were willing to burn for her. The fight spilled across the cabin. The table overturned, chairs splintered, the knife kicked under the bed. Thunder rolled outside, drowning their curses. The first slammed the second into the wall, teeth bared, spit flying. “She doesn’t want you—”

Chapter 26 Second Lock Mara I woke up in a room I didn’t recognize, which was quickly becoming my least favorite trend. For two whole seconds, I stayed still and pretended I was calm. Then my brain caught up. Gone. Packhouse gone. Gage gone. Wren gone. The hall, the note, the council guards, the smell of polished wood and old power—all gone. I sat up too fast and almost threw up. My arm throbbed under the bandage, the silver burn pulsing like it had a tiny, sadistic heartbeat. Cute. Love that for me.

The pack echoed the toast, mugs clinking, but Jasper's gaze lingered on Alya with unspoken pride, his calm demeanor hiding the cunning mind that had helped navigate many a crisis. Mara, however, paced near the hearth, her moss-green cloak discarded on a bench, revealing her wiry frame in a fitted vest and pants. Her blonde braid swung with each step, and her green eyes darted restlessly, the claw tattoo on her shoulder tingling as if sensing unrest. Storm, her inner wolf, paced within her too, a silver-furred predator with aggressive energy that mirrored Mara's skepticism. "A fine crowning," Mara muttered to a nearby beta, her tone laced with reluctance. "But the real test comes with the daw

“I, Hunter Greywood, reject you, Marietta Drayton, as my mate.” Those words were a slap to the face. I barely registered the gasps and murmurs around us. My chest tightened, and my wolf howled in pain. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. Hunter was rejecting me! And in front of everyone! “No…” I whispered, shaking my head. “This — This has to be a mistake.” Hunter scoffed. A mistake? You actually think the Moon Goddess will pair me with someone like you?” My throat went dry. “Hunter, please —”

HARRY'S POV "No one wants this relationship more than I do... But you know Harry.." Another gulp of wine went down my throat, the kick harsh, just like the thorny realities of this place, this place I hated most. Mark broke up with me because I had to fulfill my duty as heir of the Dog Clan, the weakest clan in the supernatural world. Come to this royal supernatural school and learn the prestigious ways of the supernatural beings and gain some skills and more importantly connection. 'Chuckles.'

Hatred pulsed heavily inside my chest as I remembered the way he stood outside the cathedral while my world burned around me. The memory ignited something vicious inside me all over again... I wanted him to suffer, I wanted all of them to suffer... even if it destroyed me too. Slowly, I stepped closer toward the monitor displaying Draco’s face. My reflection appeared faintly against the screen beside his image... a broken bride covered in blood standing beside a king raised in violence. The contrast felt almost laughable then quietly, I asked the question already haunting me. “How do I make a monster fall in love with me?”

"So do as I say because you are my lawfully wedded mate and pack your things." My final tone held no arguments or discussions. She yanked the pillow harder. I let go suddenly. Mara stumbled backward with a small gasp falling onto her bed behind her. I didn't move. Didn't do anything to try and grab her. She glared at me like she wanted to set me on fire. Honestly, I preferred that. At least anger meant she was looking at me. “At this point,” she snapped, throwing the pillow aside, “I think you are just as every bit of a tapeworm as Jace. Guess it does run in your family."