Marauders: Up To No Good Novels & Stories

“Listen up! We move in four teams. Beta Alice, take your group and sweep the eastern ridge—check every trail and thicket. Beta Marcus, take yours to the northsouth path. Alpha Colin, your team heads northwest, toward the river bend. I’ll take the central path straight in. Stay in constant link. If anyone picks up even the slightest trace, signal immediately. We do not stop until she’s found. Move!” The groups split with sharp nods and disperse into the trees. I don’t hesitate. The shift rips through me in one fluid motion, bones cracking and reforming as my wolf takes over. Finally feeling happy with being included. His fur sprouts, and muscles coil with raw power. I’d be faster this way. An

And it's comical how my darling husband is nowhere to be found after the scene he just pulled. World's No. 1 Asshole. Marco pulls out a flask from his jacket and takes a swig, he eyes me, probably waiting for me to ask. "Fuck it," I mumble and grab it from his hand. I down most of it before he stops me. "Whoa, whoa, easy there girl." he laughs a throaty laugh, an attractive one I must admit. "It's been a couple of rough weeks." I roll my eyes at the thought of it.

Mara stood in the doorway like an avenging angel, covered in dust and blood. Behind her, at least twenty Northern Territory warriors filled the corridor, weapons drawn. "Miss us?" she asked with a savage grin. Draven's composure cracked for the first time. "Impossible. My guards—" "Are dead or running." Mara's eyes blazed golden—her wolf close to the surface. "Did you really think I'd let you take my Alpha and Luna without consequences?"

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.

He said some of his secrets, but I forgot it! I sucked in my breath, standing up and preparing myself for the attack while still rummaging through my memory. However, just before the Wendigo was fully released, Brian stepped in and yelled, “Brother, no. We need help from the nearby pack. Let’s marry her off.” Ceylan paused the release of the Wendigo and turned to our brother, “What?” “Once the Rogues come and attack us, we don’t have enough power to even defend ourselves, even lost two of our greatest fighters.” He continued, “The allied packs won’t trust you easily, they need to get something in return…”

The pain was unbearable but he wanted to taunt Chris more just like he did his father when he was still alive. "You are just useless like your father,you better kill me now because I won't spare your life if I get out of this,I would make sure I give you a more excruciating death than I did to your family,you moron,no one messes with me and gets free,no one! My name is Martin Cruz the president of Northcity,no one messes with me"Martin said aloud, laughing at the same time.he was behaving like a maniac. "Shut up!"Chris yelled,his voice more powerful than thunder.

He stood Infront of the kneeling men, standing as still as a statue, clearly waiting for something. Darius's voice was still calm, as if he was merely ordering his lunch "Beta Reid, Bring justice to our pack" Reid moved like liquid death. The brown wolf leaped, closing the distance in a flash. His jaws clamped on Erica's neck with an awful, juicy snap. Lena's world narrowed down to the sounds, cracking, ripping, gurgling...the thud that meant the end.

Jerry's voice in the video seemed to evoke my trauma about that night. The video continued to play, until the last part arrived where Lily Hayes confessed that she wanted to snatch my wealth which was in Adam's hands and then throw him away in order to marry the big boss of the Dragonbone mafia, Jerry Walker. "[More importantly, when did you dump that guy? Don't forget your promise to marry me after getting all that wealth. Who is that poor jerk's name ... Adam Moss, right?]" "[Tsk! We'll think about that later after I succeed in taking over the wealth that Adam got from that bitchy from Hart.]"

And at the same time, everyone else started trembling and crying. Xavier pursed his lips with restraint while his hands were busy exerting full force on the rope. The cutter had shown his work. The grip of the rope was loosening. He knew that if their demands were not met, they would kill everyone one by one. These were the rebels of a jungle tribe living in the jungle who would one day take the Australians hostage and separate them from the government. They were making demands and when the demands were not met, they would brutally massacre people. And it was not acceptable for Xavier to wash his hands of his life like this at that moment. And perhaps nature was giving its full support.

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. She smiled. Slowly. Mockingly. She raised a hand and waved.