Marinette Akuma Novels & Stories

My grandmother was bleeding from multiple wounds, her movements becoming sluggish. We were losing. Then the factory wall exploded inward. Not from specialists. From something else. Wolves poured through the breach. Not pack wolves. Not specialists. Rogues. Dozens of them. Moving with coordinated purpose that suggested this was not random. This was planned. Leading them was a figure I recognized from Dante's club. Mara. She shifted to human form, weapons blazing. "Moretti sends his regards. And a reminder that anyone who attacks his assets faces consequences."

To his left was Zoran, a primordial whose power was now at its absolute peak. To his right was Mira, a woman who had survived his best assassins and returned as a silver titan. And in front of him was Naelis, whose simple wave of a hand had nearly shattered his ribs. Any one of these three could rip his little army of elite warriors to shreds before they could even shift into their wolves. “Haha!” Marek, standing near the pile of dead abominations, let out a sharp, biting laugh. He began to wipe the blood from his daggers onto a piece of torn fabric, his eyes never leaving Corin.

“I want to make sure she dies. She is the devil here!” Blood sprayed across the floor I flinched. “Mom!” I screamed. “What did you just do, Cassandra?’ Anger burst out of me. Nyx burst forward at that same time. My claws pushed out fast immediately, my eyes glowing silver-blue. I grabbed Cassandra by the throat and slammed her onto the wall until it cracked a bit because of the strong force. “You will never touch my mother again,” I growled. I fought like a wild beast. One of the rogues was attacked, flying into the air, feeling very weak.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

How could the mysterious woman easily cut down the soul magic that was known as the mother of all magic? However, after thinking for a moment, Rikka finally realized who the woman really was. “No way. Could it be that you...” The woman pointed her sword at Rikka again. “How unfortunate that you forgot who your senior is. Alright, I’ll tell you again. My name is Antilles Samarchia, a member of the Vitania Frontline Witches Brigade, Main Division, 10th rank.” "What? Antilles Samarchia? 10th rank?”

“I warned her family when Sera was in her mother’s womb. I told them Heratte was being born within her. But they didn’t believe me. They threw me out.” “And then, when Sera was born… it happened.” “Heratte killed Alexandria and Selena—her wolf side, the Moon Goddess.” “Heratte is the Goddess of Evil, Zander. She is cunning, manipulative.” “She knew the only way to kill the Moon Goddess was to enter her body—through her child, Sera.” “If Sera hands over control to Heratte today…” “There will be no stopping her.” “She will be unstoppable.” “This world will end.” My mind reels. My footsteps stagger backward.

The sun begins to lower through the sky, leaving orange glints reflecting off all the metals in the satellite dishes and vents that lead up here. I walk briskly closer until I'm completely behind him, watching his ink-covered back muscles tense with every blow. -Azael- I say this time, trying to normalize my breathing. Amon hits the bag looser before turning around. His torso is naked and a few beads of sweat fall down his black-colored body. His mouth is ajar to breathe easier and his chest goes up and down frantically. -What are you doing here? -question. His voice makes me shiver.

I urged, “one in particular.” It was a surprise to find out Rhett was splintered. Misha took it badly. Hadn't she known all along? That was why we needed Akum and Nichola. Lisa didn’t have a second, or even a ‘sub’ wolf. Apparently, according to Kane’s ramblings, Selene had been possessed by two. That was how he put it. Where were they now? That question exercised me as always. Had they ‘died’ with her, or not? If not, how could we set about finding them? Of course, Anastasia might know. Though I was reluctant to engage her if this could be dealt with in the family.

He kept his neutral body language and facial expression and said “I guess it is time for some answers, and I will give them to you accompanied by a drink. I think we all need it.” Ismael left the room, leaving the girls alone. Marina tried to help Charlotte to stand up from the bed and after some efforts, Charlotte could stand up by placing her arm around Marina’s shoulders for support. Both girls left the room and took a seat at the table in the dining room area. Ismael came out from the kitchen with two glasses of water which he put at the table in front of the girls. “I am afraid this is the best we have got right now after the raid earlier today,” Ismael said while taking a seat across t