Marauders Novels & Stories

#HAREM_OF_LUST 🍓🔞 #Chapter__ 21 🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞 🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞 🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞🐞 🐞🐞🐞🐞 🐞🐞🐞 🐞🐞 🐞 #FRAHAN Three years have passed since this Kingdom was raided and conquered by evil.. The once proud and prosperous city of Marida was now a shadow of it's former self... It was filled in rubble, chaos and more misery, This outcome had changed everyone.. Everyone was fighting to stay alive, there was barely enough food and water to keep us going.. Half the masses had died because of starvation and hunger.. Some even suffered from disease.. In the long run, the city was covered in plague.. People were being affected by some kind of parasite or diseases that makes them run wild and aft

They lead certain lookouts for any spotted offender in line with the job they are called for; fishing out the weres, vamps and zombs. Normally, Tartal was the creator of the zombies, a grave sin totally considering the fact that they are originations from dead humans and this reason, the rogues were even careful not to mingle with him. That should also explain how easy it was for them to have had an alliance with Rex. What a betrayer! After they've digested the whole game thing, a fight erupted quickly. Mia on her part was trying to disguise her moves in case they were going to find her out like that.

Mara is a white witch, one of the strongest witches with white magic. "Why are they fighting?" Was the question on Damon's mind. And then after the fight, he left.

"Sora... the rebels... they have the dampeners." "The Shadow is compromised, Zora," a voice called out from the ruins of a nearby warehouse. I spun around, my obsidian daggers igniting with a weak, flickering violet flame. It was Mara. She was wounded, her arm tied in a makeshift sling made from a rebel flag. She wasn't alone. Six other Scrappers were with her, their faces etched with the kind of trauma that only comes from watching your world end.

Suddenly, Mara stumbled through the gate, screaming desperately. Mara’s POV “My baby… my child… please let me hold my baby!” I sobbed uncontrollably, stretching my hands out blindly as I searched for him. I could feel his presence nearby, but I couldn’t reach him. His cries burned straight into my soul. It felt like dying over and over again. Suddenly, a burning slap landed across my cheek, throwing me violently to the ground. “You wicked woman!” an angry female voice shrieked. “How dare you seduce my husband, you blind fool!”

"Something that would restart everything, Marcus. Once everyone of my people are back in the Netherworld except for Me, the Seven Rulers Of Hell, and the generals, destroy the bridge." "Then how will you-" Mara glared at him to shut him up. "Abide my words, Marcus. Trust me, we will be able to return." The only people left standing in the battlefield was the Thirteen Generals of Hell, the Seven Rulers Of Hell, the Seven Seraphims, Mara, a hundred of angels, and Shane. Damien fled and went back to where he left Lara. If he hadn't known that she's pregnant, he would have chosen to stay there and fight till death.

He could not get into a fight now, not when she was with him. The pack members with him went ahead in a formation he never expected. Daemon was at the front with Kyle and Waylan flanking his sides like they were protecting precious cargo. Well, Mara was the most precious cargo anyone would ever wish for. The wolves ran nonstop as they had their aim in place. Mara was beginning to feel weak and, of course, vile. She managed to hold on and hold in all the urges to throw up that she was getting. All this while, she kept telling herself that it would be alright soon enough.

A grunt escaped from his mouth when he tore his shirt and tied on his fresh wound, blood flowing profusely. “Brother…!” Cassius was shocked to see Luther’s wound. “When did this…?” He approached him, his eyes filled with guilt. “And where are our men?” “They were tricked by a bastard named Ethan!” Luther gritted out. “He just hacked all our systems, even our cell phones. Our men will never come because they got a text from me that today’s off!” “Fuck!” “How many people are there?” "Around fifty!” Luther gasped, squeezing his eyes. “Where are Noelle and Xavier?”

Gregg said firmly to his subordinates. "Yes sir! I'll go back to Country Z maybe she hasn't traveled to another place yet. Especially to the Mover City. For a teenager like her, much ideal to seek help from friends or teachers... I'll start from that circle first since in my investigations she doesn't have many friends since she was a bully victim. She's a castaway from then on..." Hanz stop from what he was about to say. "What? Because his father is a member of the most wanted organization in the country L and related to Margola?" Gregg was a bit annoyed with what he was about to say. Margola is the leader and the no. 1 most wanted drug dealer in Country L.

“I don’t need luck. I’m going to win, and Darius will…” “Be mine!” She interrupts me. I roll my eyes at her and nod my head. “Yes, obviously. Just like we told you. Darius will submit to me, and he will be yours,” I tell her. “I can’t believe he almost picked that bitch. She’s so serious and dresses like Wednesday Addams in all that black. Gross,” she says with clear contempt and hatred for Daya. Mara has been obsessed with Darius since she was young. That knowledge made it easy for her to jump on board and join The Underground. She doesn’t know I plan on killing Darius. She thinks I’m going to make him submit during the challenge and spare his life. I can’t do that. If Darius lives, his pac