Marauders Spoiler Novels & Stories

Rhea stood beside her, clutching something tightly wrapped in cloth. Elara drew her blade. “Don’t,” Mara said, lifting her hand. “You can’t stop us.” “Try me,” Elara hissed. “You’re outnumbered,” Mara said. I looked around. Four more figures stepped from the trees. All spies. “Back away,” Rhea warned. “Or this goes to Dorian tonight.” “Elara—” I began. “We’re not letting them go,” she growled. “Then you’ll die here,” Mara said.

He roared and she watched as several men came through the forest. They shifted into their wolves and she watched as they mauled her pack. She was left helpless as she watched them die one after the other. An anger she didn't know was vibrating through her. She heard his footsteps approaching her as he came to a stop in front of her. He lifts up her chin to look at him. “Don't worry I won't kill you. But I Alexander Martin reject you as my mate. And I hope you spend the rest of your days in pain of that knowledge.” He spat

More exciting that way, right? "You'll always be there for me, won't you?" Callum's answer came next, gentle and certain. "Always. I'm your backup plan." As the audio played, photos and screenshots began appearing across the screen one after another. Mara's posts flashed by: her captions, secret stories, the white wedding dress, her getaway with Callum to Veyra Falls, and every vicious word she'd written about me. Mara's face went pale. She screamed and bolted for the control booth, frantically ordering someone to shut it all down.

​Keira steps forward, her silver blade flashing as she slashes the worst of the fungal growths from the walls to halt the cloud, coughing as the acidic dust burns our throats. ​Just as the air begins to clear, the tunnel roof groans. ​A sudden shower of rock and debris collapses directly over Mara. Her yelp echoes sharply as the heavy stone pins her leg to the cavern floor. Torin drops his torch, dropping to his knees and digging frantically. His grounding earth scent spikes with raw panic, the pack link coming alive with cries of Hold on! Dax and Reed wedge their weapons under the largest boulder, straining with everything they have to heave it off her.

She was waiting. I walked in ahead of Kael. Mara looked at me first. Her eyes ran over my face, then down to my hands, checking for injury. She gave a short nod. "You look terrible," Mara said. "You were kidnapped," I replied. "Briefly," she said, sliding off the hood and moving without any stiffness, which meant Marcus hadn't hurt her. "They grabbed me from the arena. Four men, coordinated entry. They knew exactly where I'd be and when."

Lights have come on in homes, pack members are at their diner tables, eating supper, and an owl hoots in a nearby tree. Where the hell is my jeep? Where it was parked, there's only an pry space. Premonition tugs at my heart. Emerald. Did she leave with my car? Where did she go? Mara's words echo in my head: blood will be spilled. The marauders are coming. “Emerald!” I yelled into the night. A few pack members walk past nearby, going home to their families. Then from the corner of my eyes, I catch movement near the gates, someone slipping through. The figure is male, tall.

*“It’s already done.” Her form fades, the meadow crumbling. --- **Mara’s Betrayal** The twins return to their bodies, gasping. The pack exhales—until Mara steps forward, a dagger glinting in her hand. “Enough theatrics,” she sneers, pressing the blade to Selene’s throat. Ryland freezes. “Mara—what are you doing?” Her eyes glow violet. *“What I should have done weeks ago.”* The Shadow’s voice drips from her lips. *“The traitor was never Jarek.”*

She was intent on discovering something magnificent that was hidden deep within her. Isolde knelt beside her and caressed her shoulder. "It's time, Mara," she said quietly. It's Rolan. There will be a rescue. However, you must be ready. Your powers must be unlocked. Now. Zeph witnessed a fleeting flash of terror in Mara's eyes when they awakened. Resolve quickly took its place, though. She stiffened her jaw and nodded. "I'll try," she mumbled. "However, I am uncertain if I can—"

“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.

Scaled the watchtower ladder in three massive leaps. I reached the top and looked out over the valley’s narrow entrance. My breath stopped. Thousands of torches lit the horizon like a sea of fallen stars. The army stretched back as far as I could see. A wall of fur, steel, and fire. Our three hundred looked like ants. And there — at the front of the golden-clad army, mounted on a coal-black stallion beside Alpha Richard — stood Mara. No longer hunched. No longer frail. She stood tall in robes of silver and black, her white hair whipping in the coming storm. She looked up at the watchtower. Caught my gaze across the distance.