Marauders Novels & Stories

"I am so tired of you all treating me like a doll! I won't break if I get a few scratches!" At my shout, three men's mouths hit the ground. "My god, Mara. You almost bleed out before we could get you to the Sorcerer to heal you. And you still want to go after him? That's suicide and you know it! Sólas is a Draygon, Mara, one of the most powerful ones! Do you really want him to succeed in whatever he was trying to do to you!?" Erik spewed angrily. I know what he did to you, Mara. Tohr said to me, his molten golden eyes boring into me.

I scan the room and realize there are several of us here, each in our own cells. I try to talk to the wolf. "What's going on?" I ask. "Who are you? "I'm Adam," he says. "Who are you?" "I'm Marla." Adam is a fierce-looking wolf, with dark fur and a lean frame. "Where are we?" "I'm not sure," Adam replies. "I was walking in the woods and I was grabbed by a group of wolves. I think they were keeping us all in a cave, but then they put us in these cells."

Hurrying out the house I leave my hair down its naturally wavy having a Brazilian mother and a Black father people can't really pin point my ethnicity I don't care to explain it to them my skin is dark toffee colour ,I have been told my eyes are hazel but change colour What I do know is that I am pretty how could Mr Parker resist this. Walking next door back to Kaylee's house with snacks in hand I find them already setting up for the movie "Hi Amanda you bought snacks" Mr Parker smiles at me showing me his dimples if I had any panties they will be damp "Yes I bought as many as i could find " Well what movie did you girls decide to watch?" How about Addicted about that married woman who is a

"Your mother is going to be furious!" The mention of my mother snaps me back to reality. I let go of Marco, shoving him away from me, and take a step back, breathing hard. The adrenaline is still pumping through me, my hands shaking with the effort to keep myself under control. Marco stumbles, clutching his side, blood trickling from his split lip. "You're a dead man, Caruso," he spits, his voice thick with anger and pain.

Speedy insisted. "Mara? Well, my beautiful name doesn't deserve to be heard from filthy mouths like yours," Mara replied calmly. "Did you just call us filthy? You think we'll let you off the hook like yesterday when you saved yourself using the Owlett name?" Susan challenged. "No need to impersonate Mara. My mom said Mara doesn't fight for something she's not to blame for. She said Mara and her gang only fight bad people and help others with their tasks. But because they fight, they're called gangsters," Speedy explained.

I burst out laughing because she landed so perfectly on that asshole’s personality. “His name is Calder Pike, and he was banished after fighting Xander. And you are spot on with the stalking.” “One. Three to go. You are going to be glorious bait!” Crean sings in the memory. Mara moves back into the shadows and the memory dissolves into grey fog before another takes form. We’re running through the forest now, following Mara on a path that no one should know was there. She is weaving in and out like a pro, and then she halts. She listens for a second before scaling the tall broad tree in front of her like a teenager.

POV: Mia (Zero) The fire was real. It wasn’t a distraction. Smoke rolled in from the southern ridge like breath from a dying god, thick with pine, fur, and accelerant. The watchtower bell rang again—three sharp notes. That wasn’t a patrol alarm. That was a breach. Alex reached the wall first. Nova and I weren’t far behind. From the ridge, we saw them. Not an army. A strike team. Twelve Hollow Fang wolves, cloaked in black and bone, moving through the forest like ghosts. Each had marks carved into their arms—binding runes that weren’t just symbolic. They’d been sealed with blood. They weren’t here to threaten.

" I want to believe him. I really want to, but when those memories of him striking me with a sword resurface, I can't help but hate him more. I'm still trying to come up with another reason why I shouldn't follow Maddox. When I raise my head and look straight ahead, I see warriors, like, a fucking army of warriors that I can't even count them, running towards us with shields and swords and arrows. "Fuckkk!"

Before she could catch her breath, more shadows broke from the trees. The pack closed in, howls splitting the air. Darius ripped through two at once, his blade glinting in the pale light. Mara spun with a spear, her braid whipping, her snarl feral as she drove it through another’s chest. And Kade—God, Kade was a storm. Every movement was brutal grace, a predator unleashed. He didn’t fight like the others. He fought like he was dancing with death, each kill a promise, each roar a warning.

Alpha Ronan of Stonefang Pack and his heavy fighters formed walls to block attacks. And more. So many more. The friends I’d made. The alliances I’d built. The trust I’d earned. All of them showed up right when we needed them most. “Sorry we’re late, Luna!” Marcus called. “Had to fight a few hundred controlled wolves on the way!” “Better late than never!” I shouted back. The battle turned fast. What had been a desperate last stand became a clear victory. The controlled wolves, shaken by Mara’s gift, started to falter.