Marauders: Up To No Good Novels & Stories

But after knowing what happened, he quickly retreated and checked on the victim, “Martha, are you okay?” She nodded, “yes, Noah, somehow I can heal much faster…” but when she looked at her front, her face turned grim, “but those invaders are recovering from my songs!” “Don't worry, Martha, I’ll handle them…” Noah reassured, he then turned toward the kids, “Larry, Olga, Lola, run!” “No way, we wanna fight too!” Lola protested, followed by an agreement nod from Olga and Larry. “They are highly trained assassins!” Noah insisted, “you guys won’t win even with the help of my power…”

Caused by the incident between the group of red masked men—gangsters, minions of Mafias, Mr. Hunderson, Vince, Clyde, Everleigh, and Raven were brought to hospital. Vince and Clyde both had minor injury on their head. Raven, aside from his gunshot wounds on his leg and shoulder, he got wounds on his arms and back when he protected Everleigh. They are both in not a good place inside the car, not to mention they don't have seatbelts. Raven's body was bumped around inside the car just to protect Everleigh.

she said in a low growling voice but the hate and anger in it was loud and clear. The crowd gathered in a mass of people and Maddy made its way to the front, shoving everyone away in her path. Her face was furious and rabid, deadly as the Reapers. "You brought those Reapers into this village!" Maddy said angrily to Maria. Her teeth clattered and her fingers curled into fists, showing her white knuckles. "You have brought damnation to us all! You should die!" She shifted her eyes to Serra who was standing beside her mother. The wound and the golden blood was visible to all. "And you!" pointing her finger to Serra. "You evil bitch! You are just like your mother and your friend. You all deserve

All of them, even though they started to get on my nerves. This time, his movements were tighter. Controlled. Better. I nodded once, the gesture more instinct than necessity. “Good,” Mara said, approving. “Again.” They went through the sequence, over and over, the clearing filling with the sounds of movement, effort, and frustration. Sweat and pride. Then someone muttered, “She fights like she’s been hunted.” “I heard she took down three rogues on her own,” another whispered, not quietly enough. I ignored them—mostly. But my jaw tightened.

Nate's POV We got ourselves ready for the fight tonight. Every one of us was armed with different guns and knives, time to invade Levi's camp. We waited till it was late, In the dark of the night we headed towards Levi's camp. Since we got information about their camp, we were able to gather our best operatives and launch a daring attack. Under the cover of darkness, we infiltrated their camp, engaging in a fierce gunfight and showcasing our expert combat skills. With each passing moment, the tension rose as the opposite party started to aim at us too.

Aaron wanted me. “Come on!” Mara bellowed from the edge of the ring, throwing a dagger that struck one of the corrupted wolves. Her voice cut through the static in my skull like a blade. Fight, she seemed to say. Don’t listen. I did not listen. I burned. Fire rose not in the frantic splashes of earlier battles but in slow, measured columns, the sort of control Mara had beaten into me until my hands remembered it like a muscle. The warding glyphs flared, trying to stitch themselves to my flame, to turn it and feed. They hissed and twisted. I felt the pull at my wrists—like a leash attempting to doodle its loops into my bones—but I tugged the other way.

And together… we were unstoppable. As the night stretched into a tense vigil, I realized one thing with absolute certainty: the rogue’s return was only the beginning. Her shadow hung over the Crescent pack, a storm waiting to erupt, and when it did… we would be ready. And I, Mara, bonded to Dresden, wolf and human united, would face whatever came with fire in my veins, claws ready, and heart unbroken. The rogue had shown us a glimpse of the chaos to come… and next time, we would not be caught unprepared.

I didn't feel like wasting my time on strangers. I stepped back to the security booth and told the guard that someone was harassing me. The guard immediately came out and chased the three of them off. I walked right past their angry glares and went upstairs. I thought that would be the end of it. They hadn't gotten what they wanted, so surely, they'd just leave me alone. But I underestimated how rotten they really were. In their eyes, I was nothing more than a high-earning single man—a juicy bone they would gnaw clean no matter what.

This was in handwriting: For Mara — if you have to see the truth. Mara stared at the envelope. Her hands moved like by themselves. She grabbed it. But before she could open him, one voice from the darkness spoke at the other End of the cave. Easy. Close. And much too familiar. “Let him be closed.” Mara died. She raised the view. At the entrance of a second tunnel stood Noah. Blood ran over his forehead. His shirt was torn. He was breathing hard. But he lived. Mara jumped. Facilitation shot so violently through her that she became dizzy.

The rune light reversed, draining downward like a tide pulling back. And Kieran screamed—not in pain, in rage— because something inside the corridor had just snapped the mate bond’s leash for one heartbeat. I staggered, breath ragged. And in that one heartbeat of freedom, a third presence stepped into the corridor behind us— heavy, cold, familiar. Mara. Her mouth unsealed, eyes bright with fury. She smiled. “Perfect,” she whispered. “Now I know what to steal.” And she raised a bowl of black water over my head.