Marla Fnaf Novels & Stories

Zane said. Mara begins to walk slowly. Zane followed her. He's begining to enjoy Mara Batloin's company. "What's your super power?"He asked Mara who smiled at the question. "I don't know"Mara replied. "How about I teach you how to be famous."He suggested. "Not interested"Mara said sharply. "Are you a werewolf?"He asked. "No, never"Mara answered immediately. She placed her hands on her left wrist and realized her bracelet is gone.

Lyra swallowed. “You knew her?” “I was her closest friend.” The woman placed the wooden box on the table. “My name is Mara.” Lyra didn't sit. “What happened to my mother?” Mara's fingers trembled against the box. “She discovered something she was never supposed to discover.” “What?” “The truth about your birth.” Silence filled the room. Lyra stared at her. “My birth?” Mara nodded. “Before Elena met your father, she was part of something called the Shadow Guard.”

A few wolves laughed quietly. Heat crawled up my neck. Vivian’s expression remained perfectly kind. That made it worse. Victor lifted his hand. “Mara.” A girl stepped forward from the training group. I remembered her vaguely. Mara Hale. Warrior family. Older than me by a year. Strong even as a child, with quick hands and a quicker temper. She looked almost delighted. “Yes, Beta.” “Simple groundwork,” Victor said. “Nothing excessive.” Mara’s smile widened. Nothing excessive from Victor usually meant painful but deniable.

He studied me for a long moment before speaking again. “Why now?” he asked. “Why reveal yourself after all this time?” I turned to Elara, my heart tightening at the fire in her eyes. “She has come of age,” I said. “She has faced Raven. She has fought her battles. She has proven herself worthy.” Mara scoffed. “She has not yet passed the trials.” “She will,” I said firmly. Elara’s head snapped toward me. There was a flicker of surprise in her expression before it was replaced by determination.

I'd never hated being right so much. I’d thought things would get better when she woke. I’d never, ever let myself think the word if. And now she was awake, and okay, and I should be in there with her, making sure she was all right – because if I felt nauseas, I could only imagine how downright terrifying this was for her. ‘Enzo, you idiot, it’s me,’ snapped Marla through a mindlink. I already knew that. Her huge, dark brown wolf wasn’t particularly outlandish, and it had no real defining features, but she was my Beta. Of course I knew who she was.

The next afternoon, Lyra went to the village stream to wash some clothes. Her head felt heavy with dreams, and her body felt like it was still glowing from her secret time in her room. She walked with a different step—slower, more confident. She felt like a queen who was waiting for her king, even if the king was a man she had only seen in her mind. At the stream, she saw her best friend, Mara. Mara was a practical girl. She had blonde hair tied in a tight knot and strong arms from working in her father’s bakery. Mara believed in things she could touch, like bread, coins, and the boys of the village.

I asked. “They’re good thank you. Marla is trying to figure out how to grow vegetables, so she’s driving me crazy with questions about gardening. Mathew is still struggling with science, although he did say that book you recommended was helping, so thank you for that. And Marc is his usual troublesome self.” He stated ending with a slight huff. “What’s he been doing now?” I bit my lip as I tried not to laugh, Marc was the troublemaker of the two teens, and constantly getting into some sort of trouble.

I snapped back to the present moment and looked to the door. “Come on in.” I called out. There was a familiar scent on the other side of the door, but I couldn’t place it specifically. Then a familiar face walks through the door. “Hello Alpha. I hope I’m not pulling you away from anything important.” Mara, a she-wolf in my pack, who also joined the warrior squad. I would not have thought this girl had any interest in being a fighter. She is on the prissy side, and always cared more about looking put together. She’s pretty- dark brown hair that falls past her shoulders, with dark brown eyes. She’s average height and she has sexy curves, which she is never shy about showing off. I can only ima

"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.

"They’re heading for the Core!" Mara shouted, her hands flying across the resonance-monitors. "They’re not interested in the people, Mother. They’re drawn to the 'Fusion-Spark.' If they touch the plasma-arc, they’ll ground it into the planet’s mantle. The explosion would take out half the valley!"