Marauders Names Novels & Stories

Stevan standing up to introduce himself and his member. “My name is Stevan Maverick, PRD-class Herrscher. Then our SLT-class, Alto Corlena. GRD-class, Lucas McJaeger. RTH-class, Mateo Harper. GLT-class, Sylvia Ortis. LST-class, Milly Einsburn. And ENV-class, Helena Raymond.” Said Stevan. One by one Squad 97 member is standing up after their name spoked. “It’s been an honor to share same table with our seniors, then let us to introduce our squad member.” Said Alexa.

Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’. “No,” she muttered to herself. She ran to the kitchen, hoping what she had discovered was wrong. She saw a letter on top of the kitchen counter, rushing to it she read the name. Cara froze to the spot, there was no mistake that Zach and Archer were the same person. Why did he lie about his name?

His eyes remained on me. A faint flush rose along Lyra’s throat before she stepped back into place. More names followed. “Sable Wynn of the Frostmere Pack.” Sable walked forward without smiling. Darius Blackthorne watched her with interest when her pack was announced. Perhaps he knew exactly what favor she intended to demand. Then Aldric reached the C names. “Maeve Cross of Cross Creek Pack.” Whispers erupted before I even took my first step. Mara’s name flickered through the crowd, each syllable sharper than the last.

The storm was here, and they would either stand and fight or be swept away in its wake. --- Later that day, the rebellion’s forces assembled, a motley group of survivors, rebels, and outcasts who had come together under the banner of the Moonmark. The camp was filled with a tense energy, everyone sharpening weapons, preparing supplies, and setting their sights on the battle ahead. Each person knew what was at stake, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on all of them.

"Which pack are you from?" "The diamond crest pack." She said. "Our Alpha's name is Mario. And he has two sons: Bran and Marcello." My ears perked up at the last name she mentioned and my blood ran cold. "Did you just say Marcello?" She nodded at me. "Unlike his father, he's nice. I met him once during our yearly gathering. I saw that he was destined for greatness but I never got to see him again so I did not get a chance to tell him."

I licked her wounds, and the woman's wounds closed, leaving slight marks. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. "I never expected a rogue wolf to come to my aid." I just shrugged. "I may be a rogue wolf, but that doesn't mean I can't show compassion," I replied, a hint of a smile playing on my lips. "Besides, we wolves have to stick together in times of need." "My name is Mara, and I am from the Whispering Shadows pack." The information intrigued me. If the Whispering Shadows were known for anything, it was for how strangely they accepted Rogues.

They were too great in numbers. The loud chattering of the curious crowd became silent as we saw our leader Bazaar Wharr accompanied by 7 of his strongest werewolf hunters. Werewolf hunters were the ones who search for werewolves and capture them so we can learn about their weaknesses. Over the years they have managed to find one weakness of them and that was metal or the piece of iron I saw within the werewolf boy I foolishly saved years ago. It can weaken and kill them if aimed at the right spot of their body. All eyes gazed upon Bazaar a 40-year-old white hair and dark eye man. He was in his armour with his sharp sword at his side. He was quite fit for his age and looked younger.

"The League?" "Yes. You might as well get used to the name. My friends, Viscount Sheridan, Baron Lennox, the Duke of Essex and the Marquess of Rochester and I are sometimes referred to by the society pages as the League of Rogues. We adopted the title in jest, but it seems to have stuck." "So this enemy, he wishes to destroy this League?" Linley asked. "Yes." "Do you know who he is?" Charles gave a slow nod as he looked down at the body covered in the cloth. He had a wretched feeling deep inside that Muff was the first casualty in the war that had been simmering for years.

The fact that he was so calm and collected, reassured me that he was strong. "You be careful out there," the plaid shirt guy said. "You don't want to get too close to those mutts." I felt Hunt's fingers tighten around mine. "You mean the wolves?" he said icily. Plaid shirt frowned at Hunt. "Yeah, those dirty mutts. I don't care for any fancy names for those killers." "We have to go," I chimed in as Hunt dug his nails into my palms. "We really not in town for long."

Nathan joined Mara under a spreading gum tree. “Good progress,” Mara observed, wiping sweat from her brow. “They’re quick learners.” Nathan nodded, eyes still on the trainees. “They have to be. Strange times ahead.” Mara glanced up. “You mean the rumours from New Zealand?” Nathan’s gaze sharpened. “Reports of rogue movements near the Midnight Pack borders. Scouts have seen unfamiliar scents old bloodlines claimed lost centuries ago.” Mara frowned. “The Midnight Pack? That’s Aurora’s birthlands.”