Novel & Cerita Marauders Vol 2

I suddenly felt a big hammer pounding my head, causing me to hold on to the bed frame and close my eyes because of dizziness. A sudden scene crossed my mind. Inside, the cell with a red werewolf facing Alarick and Convel. “A sanguis.” Both Alarick and Convel said as they were staring at a two-tailed red werewolf. In return, the red werewolf gave them a low growl. Instead of being scared, Alarick and Convel looked fascinated by the sight. The bloody color of the werewolf is shining as well as the two tails it keeps on swaying.

I heard Pavarti squeal as she was overpowered. But I also smelt wolves, a lot of wolves. “STOP!” I screamed, and they did. “Ela,” said the most beautiful voice in the world. “Take her, heal her, save her,” I told him. He did not have to order the other, I knew it was already done. “And him,” I said jutting my chin at Tamarak. “And the two behind the desk.” Men rushed forwards and grabbed Tamarak off the floor. At this very moment, the men that I rushed after us from the staircase burst through the door, and an army of wolves fell on them.

“I won't let these mongrels steal a chance at real happiness.” Warren spun and spread the wings, the adlets spread out on instinct, Warren gutted two more and raced to the second mounted leader. Heavy gunfire and smoke hailed the coming of the Scald Crow, “Did somebody order back up?” Jack's disembodied voice shouted. The adlets tripped over themselves to get away, and several hurled spears only to have them clatter against the Scald Crows Superior armor. The heavy guns roared until the furry invaders were out of sight.

he said with certainty, I did not doubt him. I bit my lip, lost in thought and disbelief that a werewolf would lead the demise of his own kind by gathering an army of nightcrawlers. "So we set up a trap. For some reason there's a pattern to when and where crawlers would show up, and we guessed the next location correctly. We were able to catch two of them down, but we never expected what happened next. Alpha Mark decided not to kill them yet, so we dragged them to the cells and started questioning them,"

"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.

In between these urgent pleas in my head I heard the loud footsteps of wolves approaching me The ground was shaking showing their number and strength. What should I do!! Running was not option. "Everyone move towards the underground tunnel...now!!!!Marcus stay there and help everyone escape..!! All warriors head back towards the centre of our territory....unify all the forces....territory loss does not matter only prioritise your pack members lives!! Move!!" I mindlinked my entire pack listening to their shaky response in return "Don't fear!!! The underground tunnel beginning from the chamber in my room will lead you all to our 2nd territory located 20 km south of Ishim river...hurry.I want

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.

The second fought with hunger, with wicked delight, as though every blow only sharpened him. And Mara—Mara was the fire between them. Her pulse raced, her breath shallow, as she realized the truth. She wasn’t just caught in their war. She was the prize. And both of them were willing to burn for her. The fight spilled across the cabin. The table overturned, chairs splintered, the knife kicked under the bed. Thunder rolled outside, drowning their curses. The first slammed the second into the wall, teeth bared, spit flying. “She doesn’t want you—”

But a few seconds passed, a bulk of memories from someone, of what happened in the past, had directly shared into my mind. My heart raced fast as I started to watch those memories like a film… There was a war that broke out between the humans and shifters–werewolves. It was raining that night, a couple ran in the middle of the forest, carrying their newborn child. They were being chased by human hunters. The couple shifted into their wolf forms to protect their child, but ended up getting killed as the silver arrows with a poisonous liquid on it got pierced to their hearts. The female werewolf tried to caress her little daughter for one last time, but before her hand could reach her, her he

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.