Marla Fnaf Novels & Stories

From the essence of the cloud, the mara feasted. She licked her lips and smiled with needle sharp teeth. "I heard you like girls, all the mara know of the nightmares you give the village maidens of Arcadia - when they dream at night, they dream you suck them dead, then toss them to drown in the Maroon Sea. However, I am huldre, so at your lips, I will not die, joy of joys, I suppose? Sorry for the hasty kiss, little minx. Just harvesting the last of my feast. Your dreams - they taste of apples and wine? I'm Fylja Earlsdottir, by the way, your new handmaiden and tour guide par excellence. I think we will be thick as thieves, no, if you're not as dumb as you look, all mossy eyed and blonde and

A splinter from the shattered barricade had driven deep into her femoral artery when Rhys’s heavy infantry made their last push. Mara, usually the fiercest Beta in my scout unit, was pale—not the paleness of fear, but the waxen look of a body running out of life. Her blue eyes were unfocused, her fingers clutching the sleeve of my tunic with a strength that was fading by the second. "Elara... the pups," she whispered, her teeth stained pink. "Did they... get to the deep caves?"

Mara stared at the frozen image on her tablet. Adrian. And beside him— Elena. Or someone wearing Elena's face. “That's impossible,” Daniel whispered. Mara didn't answer. She enlarged the image. The woman had Elena's features. Same dark eyes. Same hair. Same unmistakable expression. But something was wrong. Her eyes weren't glowing. They were completely normal. Mara's blood ran cold. “This isn't a projection.” Daniel looked at her. “How do you know?”

She simply sat at the funeral with both hands clasped over her stomach, slowly rocking back and forth in her chair. No one could get her to respond, except her mother. Nazi was the only one who could sometimes make her drink a little water so that she would not faint. Sara was buried in a nearby cemetery in the village. On the way home, Magdalena kept remembering their last conversation, when Sara had asked her, “Mom, will you be back soon?” Only now did Magdalena realize that something had been troubling Sara and that she had been sad. She simply hadn’t paid attention to it at the time. She had been thinking about her own love affair instead.

Mara voice came up , well mara was now my personal maid she was in charge of my food, dress, and daily activities ' am coming, I mumble as I lazily stood up , opening the door for her, ' good morning ma lady ' she greeted " it Ella, I have told you this before ' I said with a slight frown " Sorry, miss Ella " she said I sight knowing fully well, she will never do that" why are you here, I told you I don't have any plans for today right? I asked which she nod making me stare at her expecting an answer ' miss Ella, I came to get you ready for today event , the alpha of alphas and his Luna beacky and the two princess bella and betty , will be coming back today " mara said " wow so they are all

Mara peeked in, holding a bundle of herbs and a shy smile. “Luna? May I check your vitals?” Ella nodded. “Of course.” Jake started to move aside. Mara shook her head. “You staying right there, Alpha. She panics when you’re more than three feet away.” Ella elbowed Jake weakly. “Do not listen to her.” Mara only laughed, her eyes warm. “You scared us, Luna. Don’t ever do that again.” “I’ll try not to,” Ella whispered. Mara set her herbs on a nearby table and turned serious.

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.

The voice wasn't my father’s, but it was just as unwelcome. Marla. She stepped out of the darkness near the pantry, already dressed impeccably, a glass of water in her hand. Her eyes were sharp, glinting with suspicion. “Where are you going at this hour? Are you trying to sneak off to Alpha Lucien’s room again? The little Beta’s daughter trying to force a second chance?” Her lips twisted into that familiar, cruel smirk.

Nigel noticed this and sighed. "I'm sure she's okay." He assured and I nodded but I couldn't concentrate. My instincts were telling me she was not fine. Nigel threw me a game pad and I picked it up, trying to distract myself. Half way into the game, my phone rang. I threw the pad aside and checked. It was Makaila. I sighed in relief. "Makaila." I said, the eagerness evident in my voice. "Christian, help!" She suddenly screamed. I stood up.

she swallows a lump, “where is Mara now?” “Mara is in our cold room back in Gold Moon, cleaned and with her dignity intact. We are treating her with the highest regard, and she’ll be back here when all this is over.” Rose nods. “And these exceptional women are; Tabatha, my Beta, Cassie my Gamma, Talia my Delta, Diamina, Luna of Night Howl, Lianne, Beta of Night Howl, Athale, Gamma of Night Howl and Freya, sister to Beta Andrew of Silver Dawn and mated to Gamma Paxton is seems.” Rose nods to everyone, and I smile at Freya. I’m so happy she’s found her mate! “What is Blake going to say when he notices you are gone?” I ask, and Allie shrugs.