Marley Quinn Novels & Stories

“My equipment is doing its best.” “So is a raccoon with a spoon. I’m not applauding that either.” Dean leaned into view behind them. “For morale purposes, I’m choosing to believe that was affectionate.” “It was not,” Mrs. Carter said. The familiar bickering eased something in the room without softening the danger. Evelyn looked to Mara. “Will your people come with us?” Mara’s eyes flicked to Gabriel. Then to the map. Then, to the rain sliding down the broken window.

, Dwayne exclaimed, I could feel the happiness and excitement radiating off him and that made me feel very happy, he really cares about me like a mate should. “She did?”, the doctor sounded surprised, “My lady, can you move again?”, I started to regain the control of my body once again and I could actually manage to move my whole arm this time. The only part of my body that was still unresponsive were my eyes, the muscles in my eyelids felt heavy and it seemed like my eyes had been glued together with some type of heavy duty glue. “I am incredibly happy to say that the luna queen has recovered", doctor Raven said in a happy tone,

“I didn’t want my daughter raised by killers. By people who think loyalty is silence and power is pain.” “So I gave her up. Faked my death. Trusted she’d find a better life without me.” “But if Cassidy ever learns who Elara really is—” She paused, then whispered: “—She won’t try to kill her. She’ll try to use her.” The screen went black. For several seconds, no one spoke. Then Splice’s screen chimed. “Got a match. That’s Rhea Quinn. Former intel analyst for the Monroe Syndicate. Disappeared twenty years ago.”

“This is Queen Elira of the Lycan Dominion. You are under royal protection. Come forward.” Silence. And then a child stepped out. A girl—maybe six or seven—dressed in a torn woolen dress, bare feet purple with cold. Her hair was tangled, her hands stained red. Elira’s heart twisted. “Sweetheart… are you alright?” The girl tilted her head. Then smiled. It was wrong. Too wide. Too sharp. “Elira,” Mara hissed behind her. “That’s not a child.” The girl’s mouth opened—and kept opening. Too far. Too wide.

Shawn stared at Queen with surprise in his eyes. She seemed really brave for a girl who was just eighteen. As he looked at her before she walked away, he realized she was beautiful—too beautiful to die, he thought. Perhaps she knew what she was doing, but he felt she was being impulsive. She must really be upset about what happened to her parents, that she was not thinking about her own life. She was just too stubborn and he hated people who did not listen.

A tall brunette with her hair up in braids was walking towards me with a big smile on her face. ‘OH my god! Are you Avery Chasse?’ I smiled and nodded at her. ‘Are you kidding me! I love your show!’ she said in awe! Her outburst caused several people to turn around looking for the source of the excitement, attracting me a little bit of attention. Many people looked on trying to figure out who I was. A few people took my photo in the off chance that I was a big celebrity. But let’s face it, no one outside of New England knew who I was. ‘My name is Julie and this is my friend D’Arcie’ the brunette said and pointed to her friend ‘we’re travelling together’. She announced. I looked at her frien

Maybe Scar isn't really a weak human maybe there is something special about her that will make her a great Queen. "good night love birds.." I said getting up running up the stairs to my room as I heard them chuckle. They were still standing there hugging each other as if they haven't seen each other for days while it was only a day. I hope I can get such from scar. "Zane I found the information.." Aaron mindlinked me. "Yes tell me.." I said sitting on the bed in the guest room. "Her full name is Scarlet Reyes she lives with her mom. dad unknown and is fifteen years old. Birthday 30th march.." he said.

Williams really hoped that she wasn't sleeping on the grave because that would be really crazy and weird. Ariel had been crying for a while now and she didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon. She wanted enough time to mourn her parents properly. She raised her head from the grave when she felt a sting on her left leg. Something had bitten her. She looked closely and she saw that the insect that bit her was actually not an insect. It was a pin that pierced her skin. A little bit of blood had started oozing out of the spot that she was pierced. She cleaned it with her index finger and she started crying again. She wasn't crying again because of the slight pain that she was feeling

Then, finally, he said, “There’s someone you should meet.” The contact’s name was Mara, a silver-haired fox shifter with a cybernetic arm and a laugh like shattered glass. She had once been a doctor, Luka explained, until she got too close to the wrong people. Now she treated wounded rogues and occasionally sold intel to the highest bidder. Mara lived deeper in the tunnels, in a room lit by bioluminescent mushrooms and vintage string lights. It looked like a garden grown from madness. “You’re the Hart girl,” she said when Riley stepped in. “You smell like secrets and trouble.”

He was preparing her in case I failed. My fingers brushed over the rough stone of her grave, the name Marissa De Luca etched into it as if that was all she’d ever been. But to me, she was so much more. My mother. My ghost. My reason. “You are the one reason that I'm standing. You know, sometimes I find it harder to breathe without knowing that this is the one thing that I'm going to do. That you are the one person that I'm willing to stand for.”