Marauders X Reader Novels & Stories

Beautiful in a strange, distant way. “Mauve!” Marcus returned, a grin on his face. “These are your siblings and cousins. They’ve all been waiting since the day I left to bring you back.” I stood there, quiet, watching these grown men—these powerful wolves—blush like young boys. Their faces flushed, their steps uncertain. So unlike Alessandro. He had been cold, unmoved by emotion. These men were transparent as water. “Hello,” I said carefully. “I’m Mauve Scarlet. A guest here. I hope my visit doesn’t inconvenience anyone.”

Maya didn't sleep. She'd woken hours ago in a bed that wasn't hers, in a room that wasn't hers, in a house three floors tall and full of wolves. Bruised. Sore in places she didn't want to name. And when she finally made herself check her throat, her fingers found two puncture marks below her ear, already closing. Already his. She hadn't slept since. How could she. Gold eyes and a mark that pulsed with every beat of her heart and an Alpha downstairs who'd stood in a room full of people and told them he'd bury her himself.

If I had fucked my breeder as I normally would, she'd have lost consciousness in the middle of the act and I would not have stopped until it was morning, until I was satisfied with it. But that wasn't the main problem, going carefully didn't shock me as much as what I tried to do. What I had done. I, Xavier, a man who'd never lost control almost did that day. I had almost marked her. A mere breeder! Fuck, the words tasted bitter in my mouth. How could I have lost control like that? To almost mark a worthless wolf? I had never even really enjoyed sex in the past, as I only did it to punish she-wolves, but that day, I did, and I almost made a terrible mistake.

“You read a lot?” “Whenever I'm not busy, I read.” Kelin admitted cheerfully. “I like reading about mate bonds and how the moon goddess ties two souls together.” She held up an old book for Maria to see. “Did you know that some mates can sense each other's dreams?” “Dreams? I suppose that makes sense.” Maria muttered as she remembered how Trevor came into her room when she had a nightmare. “What about you? What are you looking for?” Maria darted her eyes around the shelves. “I want to find out more about a place called Veilwood.”

"Hear me, werewolves of the Sterling Creek Pack. It is I, Marcus Elias, your Beta. Alpha Kane and I are coming with a temporary cure for your ailments, but we cannot do that unless you help. Our snipers are down, and without them, Sterling Creek will be destroyed. Please, for one last time, do what you can so we can enter safely. For the pack. For our people. Marcus, over and out." Emma felt tears prick her eyes at the Beta's words. "That was beautiful," she whispered, a lump forming in her throat. "I meant to make it inspiring, but I'll take what I can get," Marcus replied with a grim smile, ramming into three rogues who were about to jump on the hood. The truck buckled and swayed, the impa

Suddenly, Mara stumbled through the gate, screaming desperately. Mara’s POV “My baby… my child… please let me hold my baby!” I sobbed uncontrollably, stretching my hands out blindly as I searched for him. I could feel his presence nearby, but I couldn’t reach him. His cries burned straight into my soul. It felt like dying over and over again. Suddenly, a burning slap landed across my cheek, throwing me violently to the ground. “You wicked woman!” an angry female voice shrieked. “How dare you seduce my husband, you blind fool!”

Everything he was doing was to get his hands on her but still the more he wanted her, the farthest she got away from him but now it would seem like she was coming to surrender herself to him and pledge her undying royalty which would be best for him at the moment owing to the fact that what he needed from her was her loyalty totally to him and his cause. "My name is Mara Hastings and I want you to stop killing clans because of me. I left without Tristan knowing because I am sick and tired of being the reason people dies. So here I am surrendering myself alone to you." she said to him. The man Grimshaw seemed like a really wise man as he looked her over but a few days with wolves had taught M

Andrew and Alpha Troy approached Mara, who looked visibly perplexed by the situation. Andrew spoke first, his voice calm and reassuring, "Mara, it seems you have quite the predicament here. These three alphas have all expressed their interest in you. What do you want?" Mara, still trying to process the shocking turn of events, hesitated for a moment before responding, "I... I don't know. I never expected anything like this." Alpha Troy nodded in understanding, "It's a unique situation, indeed. But ultimately, the choice is yours. Who do you feel the strongest connection with? Whose pack do you see yourself in?"

“But I could be.” That possibility hung over her like a thick cloud, suffocating yet intoxicating. As twilight encroached, the Book responded to the setting sun, its pages turning as if compelled by an unseen force. Autumn sank into the plush reading chair, her breath hitching in her throat as an inked memory unfolded before her eyes. Letters and symbols coalesced into focus, revealing a name blazing in bold, fiery black: **Mara Jordan, First Veilwalker Exiled.**