Marauders Names Novels & Stories

"Probably more. Some were rogues. One was from a small river pack that didn't report it because they thought he'd run." I take a mug of coffee and sit at the table. "Names." Bram hands me a page. I scan the list. Mika, twenty-two. Left a bar in a neighboring city, never came home. Jonel, thirty-four. Truck broke down near an industrial district. Pale twin sisters from a dissolving pack, both last seen taking seasonal work at a warehouse subcontractor. A fighter named Rook, who vanished after tracking rumors of poachers. And one female whose file is thinnest of all. Mara. Forty-one. Rogue for years. No family contact listed. Just a photograph paper-clipped to the report.

All of them were looking at my mother with such intent and pride, that I knew I was going to have a tough job taking over as Alpha, especially when they all loved my mother and would lay down their own lives to protect hers. "Firstly, I would like to present the new Delta of Darkness, Jacob Ely Sanders. We have all seen him fight, so we know he's more than prepared for the job, I hope that you will show him the same respect and duty that you showed to myself while I was the Delta," Luca introduced proudly. I was relieved that Luca had picked Jacob to be the new Delta because we were good friends, that and the fact Jacob could kick the ass of pretty much any wolf in this pack, so I knew that

“You’re not there anymore, “ the girl told her softly. “Let it all go.” “How can you?” she demanded. “When all you’ve ever known constitutes to everything that our world had built itself upon?” The girl didn’t speak for a moment as she stared at the other opposite her. Then spoke, her voice soft but sad at the same time. “I’ve long since left that kind of world behind, Aedre. Only a sliver of what my former life remains.” “Then who or what are you right now?” “I’m a Huntress.” she replied as she looked at the other. “And have been known eversince.”

I was just 7 years old back then but I remember every single detail of that horrified day. All of a sudden, I am not in a condition to say anything. So, he continues "I was the leader of American mafia. My real name is 'STEVEN KNIGHT' not Steven Moritz. Aidan's father 'Eric uncle' and your grandpa were alliances. During our childhood, we lived all together. Both the families were the envious of them all. Dad handled American mafia whereas Eric uncle had Canada and Mexico under his control. It was the most powerful mafia clan. Everyone feared them. But we were a happy loving family until the day, when we lost dad and uncle.

Zariah warns me, and I shiver, as she glances up, so I can see the darkness of her eyes. I make a mental to avoid her at all costs. "Anyone else worth knowing about?" I ask, looking at the array of girls that were being welcomed inside. It might be safe for us to wander out now since I'm sure Malik would be occupied by his new arrivals. "Passion Pack members are pretty strange. Nylah and Mareli, are their names," I'm told. "So are Desire Pack members," she adds, glancing over her shoulder. Brynn rolls her eyes.

Burn scarring across my shoulder blade. The three parallel lines across my forearm. That was the number Mara decided all of it was worth. I looked at the older wolf. "What is your name?” I asked. "Renn," he said. "Renn," I said. "When we arrive. Before Alpha Zayden is told anything about this transaction. I will speak to him first." Renn looked at me. "I need your word on that," I said. "Not Obsidian Keep's word.

My grandmother was bleeding from multiple wounds, her movements becoming sluggish. We were losing. Then the factory wall exploded inward. Not from specialists. From something else. Wolves poured through the breach. Not pack wolves. Not specialists. Rogues. Dozens of them. Moving with coordinated purpose that suggested this was not random. This was planned. Leading them was a figure I recognized from Dante's club. Mara. She shifted to human form, weapons blazing. "Moretti sends his regards. And a reminder that anyone who attacks his assets faces consequences."

“I need answers. Tell me who they were.” “I don't know how to explain it,” she began in a scared voice. “You probably won’t even believe me.” “Try me,” Damon whispered. Mara drew in a deep breath, and she pulled up the blanket on the bed to wrap it around her shoulders. “They were hunters. Werewolf hunters…They call themselves Vortex.” Damon frowned. The name sounded so weird and unfamiliar to him. “I’ve heard of hunters, but I've never heard of this VORTEX.”

Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled. This was a lineage page, an intricate blood map intricately woven into her destiny. She ran her trembling fingers along the lineage, tracing Mara’s mark that spiraled down through generations, finally linking to her own name. But her heart skipped a beat at the sight of another line intersecting the page. Tristan stood at her side, his presence a calamitous reminder of their intertwined fates. She read the name inscribed beside her own, scrawled in a distinct hand and etched with ethereal ash:

The Commander laughed as he pulled his fist from her fist, and Azreal cleared his throat as Ed and Tanner made their way into the office. Mj smiled as soon as Lila and Azreal stood, the Alpha greeted Mara with a bow at the waist, and she returned the respectful sentiment as Tanner made his way to her side. Mj grinned as Tanner squeezed Mara’s arms before placing a tender kiss on the side of her head. He glanced up at Mj and nodded, although the cold interaction hurt her, Mj kept herself under control enough to return the polite gesture. Mara elbowed Tanner in the ribs, “we agreed you were gonna act like a big boy today,” she hissed through clenched teeth and Tanner crossed his arms over his