Marauders Vol 2 Novels & Stories

So, I have to tell him everything that happened, including my meltdown in front of the Maiden. “I mean, it seems pretty straight forward,” Marcus says looking through his notes. “You’re going to be a part of a trio with two wolves. Obviously not any of the ones that we met.” “Well, yeah. They were all already mated,” I say, rolling my eyes a bit.

Before my feet leap forward, Mama and Justine dragged the ten werewolf guardians away from the podium to make sure they will have to survive those severe wounds on their bodies. And the battle between Marcos and I just began. Fighting against a hundred-year-old alpha wasn't easy for me who just turned one in just a day. His speed was extremely unrealistic. My eyes could barely follow his speed. My body got a few wounds, on my chest, arms, and legs. And they were all unbearable. However, my wolf did not just let Marcos get those severe slashes of wounds from me without a fair fight. So, I tried my best to get at least one cut deep on any crucial part of his body. And my plan is to rip off his

He must make use of his intellect to defeat his enemies. Suddenly, the sound of another wooden entry lifting from his left side ripped through his well-laid plans. Was there a fourth predator? "Fuck it!" Darwin murmured. "This is not good." Darwin would have a slim chance of prevailing in this contest. In order to gain a better look at the new enemy, he darted over his left shoulder. A massive raven mountain lion with a head as huge as the troll. And to make matters worse, the gigantic ten-foot-long feline that was his pet champion had appeared in front of him. 'Dar' was the name he had given it. It had slain so many feral lycans when he and Cornelius went hunting with him the previous year

I murmur distractedly, pulling incessantly at the paper before it comes out. Marek comes to my side of the bed, frowning. "What do you mean?" I unfold the paper, smoothing it out against the floorboard, gasping as what it says. Akara. Don't Trust Grey!

Marcus’ POV Two days now I have been planning our next move. Finding my mate was never part of those plans. Almost losing her on the same night was not in the plan. For my kind, finding a mate was special. Ever since the beginning of the uprising, finding a mate was rare. So much death and destruction has left the world in a state of depression. Happiness doesn’t exist anymore for most of us. Watching Randy and my other pack members working alongside the humans in this compound sent a wave of pride through me.

Fear for our safety and concern for his community intertwined in a chaotic dance within me. As we hurriedly left the room, the scene that unfolded before my eyes was nothing short of a nightmare. King Crowell’s men, with their wicked sneers and ruthless weapons, unleashed chaos upon the village. Flames consumed homes, sending plumes of smoke billowing into the night sky. The sounds of battle, the clash of steel against steel, reverberated through the air, accompanied by the anguished cries of the defenseless.

Monolith’s death—guard her, kill! Mara moved right, cropped black hair glinting under a hood, brown eyes fierce, dagger drawn, its blade gleaming, palm scar raw but steady. Her leather tunic was slashed, arm bandage tight, guilt over Milo fueling her rage, Jasper’s warmth her root, Sam’s trust her blade. The iron scent choked her, runes’ hum a taunt, the monolith a target. Ember, her wolf, growled, fiery, tail lashing. She’s pack, Mara. Blood binds—cut, guard!

He also impressed upon himself that the castle would prove less dangerous with these vampires absent from it. Even if the vampires did manage to find the coven and make off with its females, if things when as he hoped, the newly captured witches would see freedom long before they suffered what Lila and her companions were being forced to endure. Waiting until he could no longer hear or smell the raiding party, he shifted back into man-wolf form and pushed his legs to carry him as fast as they could to the zombie horde. **** Hank watched with wonder as Jasper transformed from a man-wolf back to a human.

Chapter 26 Second Lock Mara I woke up in a room I didn’t recognize, which was quickly becoming my least favorite trend. For two whole seconds, I stayed still and pretended I was calm. Then my brain caught up. Gone. Packhouse gone. Gage gone. Wren gone. The hall, the note, the council guards, the smell of polished wood and old power—all gone. I sat up too fast and almost threw up. My arm throbbed under the bandage, the silver burn pulsing like it had a tiny, sadistic heartbeat. Cute. Love that for me.

Mara felt the sound in her bones. ‘IST FUNDS’. The windows of the archive tower exploded. Pages swirled through the air. The huge book about the city began to re-leaf itself. Faster. Always faster. Like looking for something. Or someone. Then it stopped. One side. A single line appeared. Mara could read her for a heartbeat. Just one. But that was enough. For there stood: At the end of all stories, Mara will open the door. Then burned the side. Now.