Marla Fnaf Novels & Stories

Mara couldn’t stop staring at the glass. The red letters dripped slower now, thick as syrup, refusing to obey gravity the way normal condensation should. I never left, Red. Elias-9 stood beside her, unmoving, the black in his eyes flickering again like bad reception. “We need to open the door,” he said. “No.” The word tore out of her throat. “Mara, if that’s” “It’s not him.” She spun on him, furious, terrified. “It can’t be. You’re him. You’re the one they built. You’re the one who just said pomegranate inside my head.”

“Eastern transit gate, and breached without fragment discharge. Suppression field deployed and withdrawn within twelve seconds.” Aren was already moving. “Casualties?” “None reported,” the guard said. “But....” He hesitated. “Someone’s missing.” The hollow screamed. “Who?” Layla demanded. The guard swallowed. “Mara.” The name hit like a blade. Mara, and Layla’s sister. Archivist. Unbonded, fragment-sensitive, deliberately kept out of council operations because she was visible and therefore presumed safe. My chair scraped back as I stood too fast.

S U M M E R “You were correct in your assumptions, Doctor Willis. Their DNA and every cell within their body is mutating faster every few hours.” “You can call me Summer, Marla. I think this constitutes a forced friendship,” I told her, looking up long enough to see her reaction. She was a cold fish, the kind of woman who was likely a ballbuster to men. Especially human men. The way Marla was looking at me was actually quite comical. She was doing her best not to stare but failing. “Summer then,” she said.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.

And through the smoke stepped a figure I never thought I'd see again. Mara. With an army behind her. "Nobody touches my Luna."

“Oh.” Selah’s chin lifted proudly. “I bound her protector, Elder.” Mara’s smile widened. “Clever.” Kieran staggered forward, rage breaking his pain. “Where is Aria’s mother?” Mara’s eyes slid to him like he was something she’d scrape off a boot. “Alive,” she said. “And useful.” My throat closed. “Why are you doing this?” Mara stepped closer, and the air around her felt heavier, as if gravity listened to her decisions.

The maid lowered her head nervously. “Mara,” a voice called from behind. It was Lyra. Her eyes narrowed in confusion. “Why are you yelling at the maids?” Mara scoffed. “Because they’re acting like idiots. Look at them—walking around like Elsa is some goddess.” Lyra looked away. “She’s our Luna.” Mara’s jaw flexed. “She shouldn’t be,” she spat. Lyra froze. “Mara, don’t say that too loudly—” But Mara didn’t care. She was too angry.

But gods, it’s hard to stay still. Marla runs past, clutching a spear. Her face is streaked with ash and blood. She doesn’t see me. She’s screaming orders to a few younger wolves, pushing them toward cover. I catch her voice through the noise. “Fall back! Use the tunnels!” They listen. They always listen to her. I’d thought she’d break after everything Alaric did to us, but Marla somehow turned her pain into steel. Another blast shakes the ground. Dirt sprays my face. For a moment I lose balance, landing on my knees. I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. I peek again over the ridge.

“Now would you like to know what species your babies are?” Mila’s eyes went wide “You can do that?” Dr. Livids just Chuckled and looked at Nuala “You didn’t tell them did you?” Nuala just shrugged “Nope I thought you would like that honor.” Me and Mila were both looking at them in confusion. “Tell us what?” Tell us what Mila asked. “Well, Marsha is a hybrid herself.” Nuala said proudly. “Really?” Mila said excitedly “Yup,” Marsha said a smile on her face “My mom's a witch and my dads a Vampire.”

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.