Marauders Novelas e Histórias

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

A splinter from the shattered barricade had driven deep into her femoral artery when Rhys’s heavy infantry made their last push. Mara, usually the fiercest Beta in my scout unit, was pale—not the paleness of fear, but the waxen look of a body running out of life. Her blue eyes were unfocused, her fingers clutching the sleeve of my tunic with a strength that was fading by the second. "Elara... the pups," she whispered, her teeth stained pink. "Did they... get to the deep caves?"

Help me ! With that he let go of her, his face dropped on the ground, now covered with blood, she stood there, speechless, clueless, and scared half to death, this wasn't a prank, nor was he a star in one of her movies, it wasn't a video game, this was real, the blood was real, he was really unconscious, there were only two options left now, she would have to help him, or watch him die . Once again thanks for following, find out what happens next on chapter 5 of MARRED.👍

the lady in red said taking a sip of her champagne. "In good time boss and it's consigliere to you." they both laughed as the black van drove off into the night. Adira Alexander, also known as AA, Leader of the Black Rose gang. One of the strongest gang groups around, people called her the leader of the new generation. The Female Mafia Queen.

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.

The baby wipes, sent by the crateful when good-meaning people found out how badly the military needed them, had run out a few days before. Besides the constant deluge of bullets, socks were their next biggest problem; foot-rot was a constant worry in the sweltering heat. Life sucked and then you died. Or as Matt thought to himself, "Come on, you sons of bitches! Do you want to live forever?" It was an old Marine quote and one he couldn't get out of his mind. Yes, he was a Marine, but he didn't want to die in this hole. All he wanted was his platoon and best friend, Stephon, to make it out alive.

Morgott smiled and said, “I can now go all out. It’s time to show my strength.” “What do you mean you can go all out?” James got up and patted him on the shoulder. “The was has been ceased. Your task has been completed.” Then, while Morgott was confused, James turned to look at Marius and Hankin. “You two, please guard this area. We have to meet our allies.” After that, he flew over to Marius with the secondary Marauder token. “You and Xalvador will control the Marauder Army of One Hundred Thousand Warriors, including the Alcide beings and living beings here. When in doubt, you three can make the decision.”

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.

One of them dipped his hand in his pocket and brought out a white handkerchief for some reason, he kept on trying to get it close to Mara's face but she kept on rotating her head like a standing fan and she slowly reached into her pocket to bring out a small, flat perfume bottle only to spray both of them in the face. "Ahh!" They both yelped in pain and rubbed their eyes. "Next time when you try to kidnap someone, make sure you know the right tactics" Mara picked up a stick which was beside her and began to beat them both before she ran away. They couldn't see for almost 15 minutes and Mara had already gotten too far from their reach, with all their bruises they managed to get themselves off

He's so close I can smell his shampoo, see the color in his lips. I step closer, reaching out to him. It's like I'm being propelled by a force greater than myself. His fingers wind around mine, and it's a perfect fit. Like we've been holding hands this whole time. All these days. All these years. "We will have to fight them, though." His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me against his chest. "It's only a matter of time before we have to face them." "Who?" "The Silver Hunters." His fingers run through my hair. “They’ve attacked Hawthorn before.”