Mars Chan Novels & Stories

Hr growled, pulling her face closer to his, his lips at her ears, "Anything for you buttercup," That night, Marcellus stood by the glass window in his dome, casting a weary glance on Ocean city. He slowly exhaled the smoke from the cigarette he rolled between his lips. His jaws clenched and unclenched from worry, the air was thick with something evil and ominous he could feel it in his bones and it chilled him to the core. Something just didn't feel right. Karma was really a bitch. And she had him wrapped around her little fingers now. Leading him right into his destruction.

Six hours and twelve minutes until the armada's estimated arrival. The Mumbai Hungry was accelerating. Marcus Thorne stood at the intersection of what had been a residential district in South Mumbai, his golden shield expanded to maximum diameter, sweat pouring down his face despite the sub-zero temperature radiating from the entity consuming the city behind him.

The Marshalls is an establishment were children of ages twelve to twenty three are taken to be trained skillful sword swingers and arm handlers before taking to the military if found worthy. It is the shortest route and the window to the Claudia Military popularly known as the KS MILITARY, CLAUDIA. When we arrived, mum gave us a hug and took us to the counter after putting down her information in a paper provided, she left.

When Marshall left, it disappeared as well. He couldn't help but scream, "Tamara! Tamara!" The lights on the speedboat in front of him flashed warningly. The fleet only dispersed when Braxton drove to the middle of the sea. He was stuck in a trance, floating aimlessly in the vast sea. When he tried to restart the engine, nothing happened. Waves crashed into the boat from all sides, shaking the boat roughly. Water gushed in. Braxton was thoroughly drenched. His lips were blue as he trembled. Reaching for his phone to call for help, he realized that it had been destroyed by the saltwater.

{KYLE’S POV} Kyle paced the deck of the small yacht, anxious as they sped in the early morning towards Martha’s Vineyard. He could not stand still. He hated boats, and he hated water. Worse, he hated crossing water, like most of his kind. Perhaps even more than most.

"Their transport vehicles might not have utilized the highway networks at all, Tobin. Their commanders could have easily evacuated his frame by ship." "By ship?" Tobin echoes the words, his face looking highly surprised. "Marsey Island lies completely out in the open sea, Warlord. It is only accessible via deep-water transport vessels." After a short moment of tactical thought, my jaw tightens. "Audit every single cruise record and commercial cargo manifest logged across the sector for the past forty-eight hours. Ensure no internal mafia yachts slip past our maritime dragnet." Tobin gives a firm nod of his head and promptly sets off to deploy the border orders.

"Marcus is that grid active?!" "The harbor beacons just turned red!" Marcus roared back. He was running ahead of us clearing a path through the burning debris. He carried an iron container easily in his left hand his face smeared with black soot and dried blood. "The steel security gates at the mouth of the channel are closing! If we don't get the launch vehicle into the water in three minutes we are stuck!" "Julian keep moving!" I gasped. My throat felt like it was lined with sandpaper.

Landon didn't say anything till lunch. "So I heard Marijuana came to see you off today." He said nonchalantly, taking a large bite of his sandwich. "His name is Mariano." I said dryly. "I know that." He snapped. The rest of our friends coughed awkwardly. God. "What's wrong with you?" I exclaimed. "Can't you be happy that I'm happy?" He glared at me. "He's the wrong one." "You wouldn't be one to know." I rolled my eyes.

Marcus shouted at his technician. “Sir! There’s a massive electromagnetic disturbance above us! “All our radars are blind!” Marcus ran to the bridge window, staring into the night sky. There, he saw dark silhouettes descending from the sky using stealth parachutes. “He’s coming…” Marcus whispered in horror. “Mavric Thorne is completely insane… he’s attacking in international waters!” The battle in the middle of the sea had just begun. On one side, there was evil genius bent on world domination.