Marauders Names Novels & Stories

As if a god deserved an organisation. I read them all. Out loud. Air should hold what paper hides. Recce stilled. Say them, he said. Let the air keep them. “Kira of Moor Lane. Tamsin Reedwood. Josselin Dawes. Mara Kade. Nansi of the Briar. Eva. Idra. Cera. Hesta.” Garron’s jaw ticked every few names. Good. Pain had found its debtors. When I finished, I started again in my head. Memory can’t be trusted.

It was Alpha Darian Darby and his pack. Also known as The Guardians!

I ask because I really want to know. She swallows, "oh no doubt I'm starving, but this," she points the fork to the food, "it's amazing." I smile at her and continue, "there is a title that is right next to mine, but we'll come back to that," she nods and continues eating. "Next is Beta Chris, he's my second in command, he provide support and intell, like the VP of a human company. His mate is Beta Cynthia, my sister. Then there is Gamma Steve and he's mated to Leah and her title is Gamma Leah. So the Beta and Gamma work directly under me. The Gamma is like the head of our Army, he's in charge of warrior training, patrols and guards." She takes a long drink of her water and sits back.

DARIUS POV The three of us spent the rest of the night coming up with a plan and trying to figure out who this Stone-person could be. I didn’t have anyone in my pack that went by that name. Justin’s last name is Toller and Mara’s is Blakenship.

“Nora—don’t—” Kellen’s voice cut sharper. “Do it. Or we’re finished.” I felt their eyes, all of them — Hollowfangs, rogues, Roman’s steady stare. The weight of choice pressing like a blade to my throat. Slowly, I crouched down, meeting the rogue’s eyes. His breath shuddered, shallow and panicked. “What’s your name?” I asked. The Hollowfangs jeered. Lira tilted her head, amused. “M-Marek,” he stammered.

I whispered. “It is,” she said gently. Ruin remained beside me, silent and watchful. “You disappeared ten years ago,” Mara continued. “We thought you were dead.” My head spun. “I do not remember you,” I said. “You will,” she replied. “Because they are coming back for you.” “Who?” I asked. Mara looked at Ruin. “The Bratva,” she said. The room fell silent. “Ivan is only the messenger,” Mara continued. “The real hunters are already moving.”

The hunt for justice had begun, and under the moonlit sky, they marched into the darkness, ready to face the vampires and avenge the lives lost. Under the shroud of the moonlit night, the Silver Moon Pack, led by Alpha Jake, Morgana, and Luna Mara, ventured into the lair of the vampires. Morgana harnessed the power of her witches, creating a portal that allowed them to breach the hidden sanctum of their adversaries.

Fasting ! The name of the deranged psychopath, who had been responsible for the auction of cocaine in various parts of the country. The deceased maniac, who had single handedly made a fool out of top secret agents, and almost succeeded in putting an end to the lives of a few more. The sociopath that had more than once escaped the clutches of the law and justice, his was the name at the very top of the most wanted list, his was the name that haunted the dreams of many agents of the CSS, and amongst these many, Sunday was one of them.

I watch him pass me and note the lettering on the back of his cut. Nightmare Warriors.

Mara nodded. The name settled between us and I watched Dante while I tried to figure it out. “Never heard of him.” I said. “That is because he doesn’t need you to. He operates through others and builds in the background.” Mara said. “Like coordinate attacks and specialized weapons.” Dante said. “And targeted tracking.” Mara added. My grip tightened on the knife while I ran through it again. The blades, the toxin, the way they moved and the way they said my name. “They’re building something.” I said slowly.