Marauders: Up To No Good Novels & Stories

“Small group—us three, Mara if she’s up for it. The pack stays to rebuild defenses.” I nodded, my stomach knotting. An adventure, sure, but one that felt like walking into a trap. The bond pulsed—Lucian’s resolve, my determination, a shared fire that kept the fear at bay. For now. --- Dawn broke cold and gray, the Deadwood looming on the horizon like a scar across the earth. Mara joined us, her face pale but her knife sharp, insisting she could handle it. We packed light—blades, rations, the dagger wrapped in leather to keep its chill from my skin. The pack saw us off, their eyes heavy with worry, and I felt the weight of their trust as we stepped into the forest.

I braced myself as another rogue lunged at me, his jaws aimed for my throat. I twisted, managing to evade his bite, and struck him hard with a swipe of my claws, sending him reeling back with a yelp. The rogue regained his footing, growling low as he prepared to attack again. But before he could make a move, Jerry lunged from the side, catching him off guard and tackling him to the ground. I watched as Jerry's teeth sank into the rogue’s shoulder, his grip unrelenting, until the rogue went limp beneath him. The remaining rogues hesitated, their snarls faltering as they took in the sight of their fallen comrades. I could sense their fear, their uncertainty. They hadn’t expected this level of

The maintenance tunnel stretched ahead— narrow— industrial— barely lit by failing emergency strips. Mara stumbled again. Not from weakness— from overload. Her breathing was uneven. Her eyes unfocused— like she was seeing two realities at once. “I can hear them…” she whispered. Noah panicked instantly. “WHO IS ‘THEM’? WHY IS THERE ALWAYS A ‘THEM’?!” “The layers…” Mara said. Her voice shaking. “More than one… more than two…” A pause— “…they’re waking.”

"Positive! Lance Kyle Russo is no more. I made sure he stopped breathing" "Good" I laughed wickedly. "Now that that's done, Kendall Lorraine Russo will be mine!"

she said as she stood in between us as she faced me Malem quickly rose her pipe and pointed it at Mara's direction and poured water on her as she laughed out loud. "Whattt, my hairrrr" Mara complained as she laughed ,and turned to face Malem trying to drag the pipe from her hand. I quickly picked up my pipe and poured water on Malem. " Bloody hell, I thought we were on the same team Mike" she groaned as she used her hands to demonstrate her displease.

Amara's POV I felt like a cheap wore in the dress that Dee selected for me. Though Mariam tried her best in making me look good, I still felt disgusted. I tried to act numb, ignoring Dee's sly remarks but it wasn't working. All I wanted was to shove a knife that I had sharpened to my satisfaction into his neck. I imagined how horrified and scared he would look knowing that death was ready to receive him. He had informed me that it was going to be a nice party but I wasn't convinced. As far as it had to do with him in the mafia, all parties were the same. Only the arrangement and dresscode differed.

She turned and went back inside. Then I turned to Draven. “Send word to every pack. Triple the bounty on Cassara’s head. Anyone with clues, anything about the Pale Fang must report immediately.” “Consider it done,” Draven said, already walking out. I faced Mira next, lowering my voice slightly. “Make sure she eats. And take her meds.” Mira gave a quick nod, understanding my unspoken message. Because I knew my mate. She was falling apart, just slowly enough to still lead the war. But she couldn’t win it if she destroyed herself first.

Ethan inquired. "She had a run in with the one that did that [motions at his scars] did that to you." Angry, Ethan's eyes shone bright silver, and he attacked Mark at a crazy speed, which caused Mark to fall out of his chair. He grabbed his collar tightly, and Mark controlled his inner wolf that wished to sucker punch his face. "Where the f^ck is that rogue!" "He's out of radar, but I have a feeling he will come hunting for her, if we don't protect her." He flipped him over, trying to calm his inner rage down yet again.

The hallway outside the archives felt too warm after the cold underground air. Or maybe it only felt that way because my nerves were still stretched too tightly beneath my skin. Mara walked beside me in silence for exactly twelve seconds. Then she muttered, “So. That was horrifying.” I snorted softly despite myself. “Insightful.” “I’m serious.” She adjusted the ice pack against her shoulder with a grimace. “Your pack has secret sleeper wolves, illegal conditioning experiments, dead children buried in forests, and apparently somebody murdered Cameron’s father.”

"Where are they?" "Mara is at her private estate uptown," I snarled, my eyes locked on the files in front of me. "And if my instincts are correct, her partner in crime is right there with her. Meet us at her gates with a tactical unit. We're ending this tonight." Twenty-five minutes later, a convoy of unmarked police cruisers and tactical vehicles rolled silently up the long, winding driveway of Mara’s sprawling uptown estate. The towering iron gates stood slightly open. I threw our SUV into park before it had even fully stopped, killing the engine and stepping out onto the cobblestone courtyard. Mia was right by my side, her face set with determination.