Marauders Novelas e Histórias

He look around for anyone but he there was no one to call. "Imara, what happened to you? Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice shaking. Imara groaned in pain, but managed to whisper, "Rogues... they... attacked me." Aidan's blood ran cold. The rogues were a dangerous group of wolves who had broken away from some stray packs and lived on the fringes of the forest. They were known for their brutality and their lack of respect for the laws of the pack. Most of them walks around the woods looking for who to attack and weak packs to destroy. They were only meant to cause trouble everywhere.

Kent, an Alpha, probably tired and under pressure of taking care of his clans. He probably doesn’t get to enjoy the simpler things in life like the sunsets. So this was why my sister Marianna was sauntering around in her room in an orange dress which reflected back golden light when she moved, because Marianna was right, I always knew what these werewolves liked. The dress was perfect. Marianna looked perfect. Kent won’t know what hit him. “Mother,” I lazily called. When she didn’t answer I yelled, “Mother, get your butt up here now!”

Mara said to Adrian who scoffed at her. "It seems like you have forgotten who you are, Mara. You are not only my mate but also the Luna of Moonstone Pack, and attacking you will be the same as attacking Moonstone Pack, and I'm sure that Derek is very well aware of that, so he won't dare go as far as attacking you after learning that you are my mate, and I, on the other hand, am not going to pay attention to any rubbish he's going to say about you," Adrian said to Mara with a reassuring tone.

I glanced at the girl on my couch and then at my screen, there was not a thing related to her. She fucking stole the car? I continued to scroll down, until finally, a topic line caught my attention. JUST IN: ZAYLA HOLLIS AND LUGARD BLADE HAD FINALLY DECIDED TO TAKE THEIR RELATIONSHIP TO THE NEXT LEVEL BY GETTING MARRIED TO EACH OTHER, AFTER THREE YEARS OF DATING. No way! Lugard Blade?? I clicked on the link under the headline, and couldn't stop the anger that crawled up my chest, upon seeing the photos attached.

"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.

Enough! The worst category for Mars are the treacherous, and Zayn 's father will not hesitate to kill him if he betrays him! Ardina hugged her mother and cried here and Maya reciprocated her regret for abandoning her! She felt calm and turned away, looking anxiously at Mars, who was standing tall in the midst of all those corpses around him They turned her flock away from them to carry the bag especially those annoying with his mouth and go, against his will, he will wear out of their disgusting clothes like them!

Mara stood in the doorway like an avenging angel, covered in dust and blood. Behind her, at least twenty Northern Territory warriors filled the corridor, weapons drawn. "Miss us?" she asked with a savage grin. Draven's composure cracked for the first time. "Impossible. My guards—" "Are dead or running." Mara's eyes blazed golden—her wolf close to the surface. "Did you really think I'd let you take my Alpha and Luna without consequences?"

Moonridge. The rogues had carried Moonridge’s mark. Darius had sent them. Or worse… he had allowed it. Mara stepped back, tying off the cloth with efficient fingers. “You heal fast,” she said. “Your wolf is stronger than you think.” Elara flexed her arm. The pain was already fading. “I didn’t even realize I was injured,” she admitted. “That’s the problem with adrenaline,” Mara replied. “It hides things until later.” Her sharp gaze lifted to Elara’s face. “Including fear.”

One wrong move, one aggressive twitch from my enforcers, and this will turn into a bloodbath right inside our gates. Mara steps forward, entirely ignoring the machete pointed in our direction. "It's not a recruitment camp," Mara says smoothly. She reaches up, deliberately pulling her collar down to expose the jagged, brutal Cassian-scar on her neck. "It's a home." The she-wolf stares at the scar, her fierce expression faltering. "I know that look in your eyes," Mara continues, her voice dropping into a gritty, empathetic rasp. "You've been keeping them alive by sleeping with one eye open and fighting for every scrap of meat. You're exhausted. You're waiting for the trap to spring."

“Small group—us three, Mara if she’s up for it. The pack stays to rebuild defenses.” I nodded, my stomach knotting. An adventure, sure, but one that felt like walking into a trap. The bond pulsed—Lucian’s resolve, my determination, a shared fire that kept the fear at bay. For now. --- Dawn broke cold and gray, the Deadwood looming on the horizon like a scar across the earth. Mara joined us, her face pale but her knife sharp, insisting she could handle it. We packed light—blades, rations, the dagger wrapped in leather to keep its chill from my skin. The pack saw us off, their eyes heavy with worry, and I felt the weight of their trust as we stepped into the forest.