Marauders Names Novels & Stories

Elders taught pups by sitting, not by speaking fast. Warriors laid down their scars next to healers and let the wind take some of the weight. And for the first time in 3000 years, something happened that no one expected. A wolf forgot. Her name was Mara. Age 40. Mother of two. Moon swirled pink and white. She lived near Em’s Tree. She wove baskets from living branches. She sang to her pups at night. She woke up one morning and did not remember her mother’s name.

A traitor inside our walls. “Who?” I demanded, voice low and dangerous. “Give me a name, Reef.” Reef hesitated, glancing at Killian and Lorenzo. “It’s Mara. She arrived three weeks ago. The scout from the southern ridges. The one who brought intel on Callum’s old network and swore loyalty on her blood.” Lorenzo cursed violently. “Mara? The quiet one with the knife skills? She patched up three of our wolves last week. Seemed solid.”

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

"And what is your name?" "Brandur the Destroyer." Brand decided quickly to use the moniker he had been given before his pack had been transported to the future. He wished he knew what year this was. Magnus' eyes widened at the pronouncement before he chuckled. "Ah, a formidable name. So, you are a great warrior on top of being a part of the Sköll Clan? How fortunate we are to have you grace our longhouse." The crowd mirrored his laugh. "And how is the famous Brodolf the Berserker these days?" he asked, his tone light and full of mirth but his eyes sharp and assessing under his heavy brows.

“Caden’s dealing with patrol rotations. Why?” “I need to talk to you.” I straightened. Her tone was direct, calm, but not tentative. I liked that. She didn’t shrink herself around me anymore. “I’m listening.” She exhaled slowly. “I’ve been in touch with Mara.” I nodded once. “The rogue Alpha?” “She’s not a rogue. Not anymore. She has a following—wolves who don’t belong anywhere else. Fighters. Survivors.” Mara had helped Kalilah when no one else was there.

“How do you differentiate between them and the second generation?” "They all trainned us, so all second-gen know them. Besides, they have weird names: Gotham, Ghost Crow, Shadow, Mist, Fire, Scar, Poison, etc. It's like a den of vipers. It's not their real names, but even they don't remember their actual names." "What about you?" Her eyes hold mine, hostage, appearing darker late at night. "Is Ethan your real name?" “It is. This is the name my mother gave me.” “How about your last name? Is it Hunter?”

I mean it when I say, "I won't." We go back outside, and that's when I spot them—three Seraphin survivors, fighting entities with their own light, glowing faint like me. When she sees us, a woman of maybe thirty rushes over, her light sparking like mine. "You're one of us," she declares, her eyes wide with surprise. "My name is Mara. We have been battling these issues while hiding. I'm in disbelief because I believed I was the last. I introduce myself as Raymond, and Jude approaches me with a protective hand on my back. And my name is Jude. This shit is coming to an end.

"Go! Get to the wards!" But the battlefield had become a nightmare. Rogues were everywhere, their greater numbers beginning to tell as Moonhowl's warriors fought to hold the line. She saw Mara trading blows with a massive brute twice her size, and watched as young warriors went down under coordinated attacks.

He looks annoyed. Alpha Zared and Beta Jared discuss pack business and travelling to other realms. I find it difficult to follow as I don’t really understand. I do learn that Alpha Zared’s pack is called Golden Claw. Only the strongest, cruellest alphas name their packs after weapons. Most name their packs after the moon goddess or her celestial bodies and hope she will provide them strength and protection.

Anywhere that could spread the word faster than denial could follow. By noon it was everywhere. Spreading across territories. Reaching ears and eyes that had never heard my name or known my story. The announcement was simple and direct and impossible to ignore. Mara Wyatt is actually Mara Raken. Mara Raken is my mate and carries my mark. And by right and by claim and by the law of our people she is the Luna of Redwind Pack. No more hiding. No more whispers conducted in secret and passed along through rumor. No more giving our enemies the advantage of secrecy and the ability to control the narrative.