Marlon Surviving Summer Novels & Stories

I had no choice but to continue retreating as Marl secretly reached for the gun not far from us. “I can kill you,” she continued singing. “Like Aurora. Like Rose. I can kill you…” “Sean, run!” Marl screamed as he fired at Tita Ingrid. “Pota! What do you think you’re doing, Ron Marl?!” Tita Ingrid panicked, but her men behind the car quickly pulled her back to avoid the bullets fired from Marl’s gun. My heart beat fast and loud. It felt like my soul was ripped away. And even though I didn’t want to do it, I had no choice but to follow Marl. I ran as fast as I could, without looking back. But I stopped immediately when a loud bang from the source engulfed the whole place. My tears streamed

The brute lunged toward Maya with a sickening grin. "Maya!" Hudson was currently pinned down by two high-level elementals. He was fighting like a demon, but he couldn't break away in time to save her. Seeing Maya about to be taken, the gruesome memories of my own death flashed in my mind. If I stayed hiding in this car, the nightmare would win. I WILL NOT BE A COWARD ANYMORE. I WON'T WATCH MY FRIENDS DIE. IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT!

"It's a military emergency frequency. Marcus Kane was never aboard the coastal flagships, Vivian. He stayed behind in the valley to oversee the land logistics... he's still alive." ​A low, lethal snarl vibrated from deep within Julian’s chest. His grip on Vivian’s waist tightened to a near-bruising limit as his gray eyes flared with a psychotic, territorial mania. "He survived the flood, and he dodged the orbital strike," Julian growled, his jaw clenching so hard the steel scars along his neck stood out like rigid wires. "Give me a strike team, Vance. I’ll go down into the ashes and rip his head off myself." ​"No, Julian," Vivian commanded, her voice dropping into a freezing, victorious chil

We were the stronger of the teams that this pack had; how could they all be dead? “They were the first to die, actually. When we patrolled the forest, we found their mangled bodies. Marlo was trying to get back to the pack; he was in pretty bad condition. We helped get him out of the forest, and by the time we returned to the pack, he was out cold. I haven’t seen him since, but I think he’s still alive.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t fathom the thought that they were all dead.

“Welcome back.” He offered her a polite nod. “Thank you, Martha.” “The young miss was asking for you earlier.” I blinked, once at Martha, then at Ryder. Oh right. I had been looking for thin. But that has Ben before the phone call. Before hearing Adrian’s voice. Before realizing how foolish it was for hoping. “Oh, there isn’t any need anymore,” I interrupted quietly, making both of them look at me. .“Martha has already helped me with everything I needed.”

Early the next morning, I took my daughters to my parents’ house. When I returned, Jaxon and Rykel were still asleep, snoring like thunder. There were several missed calls on my phone that I hadn’t noticed because it was on silent. All of them were from Dominic. "The injuries are really severe this time. The girls’ faces are completely ruined." His tone was unusually grave. My hand felt ice-cold as I held the phone, my palm slick with sweat. In my previous life, I had been the one suffering. I hadn’t even survived long enough to wait for an ambulance.

No worries, no killers. "Amelia", it was just a faint whisper on his lips. But enough to make my heart hammer in my chest. "Chief?", a deep voice interrupted us. Jaxon frowned sadly before he faced his back to me. "It's not a bomb. Pathogen is doing their test now. But you are clear for us", a big-chested short man, packed down with protective, informed Jaxon.

He nodded lightly in front of everyone before stepping into the room. Anthony was still rendered unconscious while tubes were sticking all over his body. His head was also completely covered in bandages. Raven Keaton, who sustained minor injuries, played with her phone on the side. When she saw Marlon in the corner of her eye, she looked like a rat trying to run away from a cat. She immediately hopped out of bed and continuously bowed in front of Marlon. “Head Marlon!” Marlon nodded before looking at his brother. “What happened?” he coldly asked.

Perhaps it was the chill of the towel or the heat of the fire that made Mark open his eyes slowly, and right before him was an inferno. “You’re awake? The place is on fire; we need to get out quickly. Follow my lead as your body is weak,” said Summer. In fact, Summer had not much energy left. She was simply holding on to her final breath. Mark was distressed at her gloomy appearance. In a weak voice, he uttered, “If you can’t bring me out, please leave me alone. Charlotte is waiting for you…” “I will surely get you out…” she gritted her teeth and braved through despite her burns and scalding.