Marla Fnaf Novels & Stories

Because that part was true. “Lead the way, mother.” I said, exhaling as I knew that she would be satisfied getting what she wanted. “Good.” She said calmly. “To say the least, you chose to remember your responsibility…” **************************** Elara was sitting up in the bed when we walked inside. Pale. Her hair hung damp around her shoulders, skin almost translucent beneath the lantern light. Her eyes lifted when I walked in. Confusion flickered across them. “Marcel…” she whispered. “I wasn’t informed that you were coming,”

Mara’s voice was bright and teasing, her brown eyes glinting with joy as she leaned back on her hands, the sunlight illuminating her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared memory. “Three years, and I still can’t believe we pulled it off,” Mara said, her laughter sharp and warm, her brown eyes sparkling, the flame pendant catching the sunlight, the warmth of the glade wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of smoke, the glade a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “We kicked that marrow god’s ass!” She grinned, her body relaxed, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph.

The air vibrated with the sound, the packhouse's distant hum seeming to amplify it, as if the very structure celebrated with them. Yet, amid the jubilation, a discordant note lingered. Mara, positioned at the glade's southern edge, crossed her arms over her chest, her moss-green cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows. Her green eyes, sharp as emerald daggers, flashed with doubt, reflecting the moonlight like polished stones. At twenty-one, Mara was a beta through and through—her lithe, wiry frame built for speed and agility, her blonde hair braided tightly back to reveal a face of striking angles: high cheekbones, a determined jaw, and that faint scar across her eyebrow, a reminder of a

Firelight. They crept forward until the trees parted and revealed a small clearing. In the center was a makeshift circle of stones, and at its heart… Marla Greene. She knelt before a fire that burned with no wood — just floating embers suspended in the air, casting no shadows. She was humming. Her back was to them. “Marla?” Emily called softly. The humming stopped. Marla stood slowly and turned. She was smiling. But her eyes were wrong — completely black, with no whites, no irises. Just pits. Her hair floated slightly, as if underwater. Her skin shimmered with a thin sheen of dew, as if the forest itself breathed through her.

“You hurt my feelings, why would I lie to you? I was raised as an elf too you know; I won’t lie just for fun.” She grabbed my hand and continued speaking with the same laid-back attitude. Getting closer and closer, to the point where I felt she was whispering into my ear. “I am human just like you. My real name is Jane Marigold, I was a housewife in England many years ago. I had a husband and a family there, until one day a bomb went off near our house putting me in a coma. That is why I immediately knew you and I were the same when I saw you collecting flowers and praying for your lost friend, no elf would do that. I was looking for an excuse to talk to you since that day, there are several

she stared at the working stiff. "You don't look like the average boy-toy," D-Girl was clearly taunting Marla now. "I'm not. I'm property of a tribe of Amazons who use me for target practice," I joked. Oddly enough, it was the truth but I didn't expect her to believe that. "These are just some chicks I met at a bar - expect for Marla. I met her at college where she schooled me to a whole new level of ecstasy." That made Marla smug and happy.

"What did he see there? What did he see that was worth throwing away everything on this side away, Marla. Tell me!" She shook her head grimly, "I do not know the visions you see in there, Malric. My job is to guide you in and create the portal that would lead you out." She replied. "He will find a way back, Malric. Alruin is very intelligent and he knows his way with magic. I have never tried it before, frankly that's because no one has ever gotten stuck in there, but if there is a way, Alruin will find it." I sighed, controlling the urge to lash out at everyone and everything. I walked around for a few minutes, sucking in deep breaths and exhaling loudly. "What do we do now, Marla? We have

The evening is soft, the sky streaked with gold and purple, the wards humming at the edge of the land. Mara appears, arms crossed, her gaze sharp as a blade. “So. The prodigal witch returns.” Ffion’s head tilts, mouth quirking. “I don’t recall you being so territorial, wolf.” Mara doesn’t smile. “Anyone would be wary after what we’ve survived. We’ve had enough ghosts and traitors.” Ffion shrugs, unbothered. “I’m not here to haunt you. I just want to help Thalia.”

Wendy smirked as she made wicked eye contacts with her friends. "So let me get this straight. You waited all day for school to be over.. you are currently in detention and you gathered a bunch of morons to block my path because you want us to fight" Mara raised both her eyebrows as she tilted her head in disbelief. "You can put it in any way your tiny brain can process it" Wendy was still being so stubborn as she insisted on fighting with Mara who just wanted to go home so she could be on time for her next delivery.

Before anyone did a thing, the woman behind Alpha Milo got up from the wall. Walking towards us, she said, “alright, we have a big ass job to work with. My name is Mara, I’m Marcela’s mother, and Mira is Miracle's mom, I’m going to go on a limb and say you,” she points at my antes body on the bed, “are Miracle?” She nods, a bit frightened.