Marauders Novels & Stories

He crossed the room and crouched in front of Wilder's still body, and looked back at her, and his eyes were bright and warm and empty. "Him," Dane said. "The mark. The second that dog put his mouth on you, you started to turn, and a turning Firstblood puts out a signal you can smell from three states away." He patted Wilder's cheek, twice, gently. "Your mother kept you invisible for nineteen years, Maya. Your Alpha undid it in four days. He didn't save you in that park. He rang the dinner bell." And Maya sat in a chair with silver burning her wrists and felt the whole floor go out from under her, because she'd spent four days learning to hate the mark for taking her freedom.

“Why are you here, Mara? You and Lila… what did you do to end up forgotten here.” Mara’s face hardened, old pain rising like a tide. She set the spoon down, hands clenching in her lap. “I had a pack once. Small, no grand name worth remembering, but it was home. Good hunting grounds, kind elders. I had a mate.” Her voice cracked on the word, but she steadied it. “We were happy. Truly happy. Planned a big family.” She touched her belly unconsciously, though the memory was years old. “Until he decided happiness wasn’t enough. Took another female… younger, from a stronger bloodline. When I was heavy with Lila, they banished me. Called me a burden. A weak link. Dumped me at the border like trash.

It is a threat and it is meant for me, written in handwriting that tries to look like Marcus Veylor's but it is not, it is fake. Rhett sees it and his face goes from furious to deadly calm, the calm that is scarier than shouting. "He is trying to scare you," Rhett says and he grabs my face with both hands, his hands are rough and warm, "listen to me, Mara Bell, you are not nothing, you are not just equipment girl, you are my mate and you are the only witness who can bring down the man who killed both our fathers and that is why he is scared of you."

When facing a battle, the most important thing for a Wolf is to believe in his leader. After a while came what the Nolan group feared, their enemy. The opponent has three people, a wolf with yellow fur and a wolf with red fur walking ahead. The wolf with black fur walked behind the other two, his blue eyes making the viewer feel fear. This group of assassins was very different from the usual ones who used to hide and sneak attacks on the Ezra people. But these guys came to be strangely arrogant and cavalier. Had it not been for the declaration of war befra's group would have thought they had come to make friends.

I was neither here nor there, stuck between two worlds. “So then what was all this talk about the Messiah? About me being…The One?” “Our doctrine, our ancient law, tells us that one day a messenger, a Messiah, will arrive, and lead us to the lost sword. It tells us that on that day, war will begin, a final, all-out war between the vampire races, a war which will even drag in the human race—and the werewolves. It is our version of the Apocalypse. The only thing that can stop it, that can save us all, is this missing sword. And the only person that can lead us to that is the Messiah.

Laughing he let me go and I stumbled back a step as my feet finally hit the ground. "I am not your enemy unless you make me your enemy." Marcus was addressing the room now. I was a little nervous about what he was going to say so I stayed as close and alert as I could in case, I needed to step in. "When this war broke out, I was fighting right alongside the humans." Wait what? My head snapping to look at him. "I am one of the three Alphas from the Triune Triade. Our pack has been protecting humans long before this war or creatures ever came out to the world." I mean we all heard what he said but I do not know if anyone was believing him.

He would kill Armando with his bare hands. Hunter didn't know how he spent the next five days in the warehouse. There was only one thing on his head. No matter what, he had to get his Silvia back. And for her, he'd do any f*cking thing. After a devastating week, he was informed that Armando with his six men was on the move. He was heading somewhere. This was the first time he stepped out of his rogue pack. Hunter had heard about this rogue pack a long before. The pack of ruthless rogues who slaughtered people and stole from them. The kingdom had sent a troop to kill these rogues but they all ended up dying.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

Alpha Clayton Blackridge (My Little Mate) Three of the wolves that run with us has been missing for just over a week, the last time they were seen was outside this shitty pack that's run by some spoilt fucking so called Alpha heir. It’s a joke these heirs are getting soft with their entitlement, instead of earning it. So now I am running the line with a couple of warriors and Talia, Talia is the daughter of my late father’s best friend.

Beautiful in a strange, distant way. “Mauve!” Marcus returned, a grin on his face. “These are your siblings and cousins. They’ve all been waiting since the day I left to bring you back.” I stood there, quiet, watching these grown men—these powerful wolves—blush like young boys. Their faces flushed, their steps uncertain. So unlike Alessandro. He had been cold, unmoved by emotion. These men were transparent as water. “Hello,” I said carefully. “I’m Mauve Scarlet. A guest here. I hope my visit doesn’t inconvenience anyone.”