Mars Chan Novels & Stories

He slowly touches my wrist. Silver light glows beneath my skin. My secret. My curse. The thing no human should have. I jerk my hand away. “Don’t touch me!” But he looks at me like I’m a miracle. “Moonborn,” he whispers. “My mate.” “I’m not your anything!” “You don’t have to trust me yet,” he says. “But you need to come with me.” “Why would I go with a stranger?” “Because staying here means dying.” He points behind me.

To say that I am not going to miss the both of them with be a lie. The anticipation of deploying on the other side is equally just exciting. This time we will be away for a definite six months. This time the stakes are higher, and the danger is far greater. Camp Baharia in Fallujah, the base name, has a tight connection with its operating force; in fact, the Marine Corps are referred to as mushaat al baharia in the Arabian language; hence the free translation, the name describes the navy walkers. Among the military troop and plenty of other officials, including the 2-nd Battalion 1-st Marines, it is referred to as Dreamland.

Mara POV The last full day of the retreat dawns with a sky that looks like a warning. I stand at my window watching dark clouds gather on the horizon, my fingers pressed against the cool glass. The ocean is restless. Gray and churning. “We should cancel,” I heard someone say at breakfast. “Nonsense.” Rowan waves off the concern with a dismissive flick of his wrist. “The captain says we’ll be fine. Little weather never hurts anyone.” I look at the storm forecast on my phone. Severe thunderstorm warning. Small craft advisory. Everything screams danger.

“You two should hang out and bond over your mutual love for Korean dramas.” I forced a smile, nodding. “Yeah, we should. Let’s begin, shall we?” “Yeah, sure.” We started working on the assignment – discussing our thoughts, objections, and opinions and writing them down. About 30 minutes into it, Alex pulled out a bag of marshmallows. I watched him as he opened it carefully as if any rough or sudden movement would crush the marshmallow and render it unfit for human consumption. He proceeded to pick one and put it into his mouth. He closed his eyes as he chewed it, making a sound in his throat. It felt like it was just him and his marshmallows that mattered. It was as if he was shooting a comm

"It's about three miles out. We can reach it in twenty minutes." "Then let's move," Lory ordered. The boat's engines roared to life, and they pulled away from the marina. The water was choppy today, making the ride rough. Lory stood at the front of the boat, watching the horizon. His phone rang again. It was Marcus. "Sir, just confirming you're on your way to the Pacific Star?" "Yes," Lory replied. "We should reach it in about fifteen minutes." "Good. The Old Madam wants to make sure everything goes smoothly. No delays, no complications."

Mara blinked. After all the darkness it hurt. Then she stepped out. And stopped. There was no lonely coast before them. No remote beach. It's a small industrial port. Container. Cranes. An investor. Several vans. In the background a city. Grey sky. Kirchturm. Trams. Bremen Mara couldn't speak. She was already there. Not somewhere on the North Sea. Not far away. Bremen. All the time. The island was apparently only a few kilometers off the coast.

“Mars. The ungrateful ass.” “Mars? Like the planet?” “Like Marceline. But no one calls me that.” “I like it. Suits you better.” He stood, offered me his hand. “You staying in town?” “Two weeks. I’m a travel blogger.” “Let me guess. You’re here to write about our ‘charming coastal town’ and ‘pristine beaches.’” “Something like that.” “Well, Mars the travel blogger, next time you want to swim, check the flags. Red means dangerous conditions. Like today.”

, Theon put his arm around Bran's shoulders and pulled him away from Amaria,“ I think you have done enough, Bran” “ Amaria, this is Alpha Bran and Elex, they are from the third-best pack in the whole of Ashmael, The Madfang pack,” Theon said' Madfang pack! They were very strong in did, but not as strong as the moonstone pack. They are infamous for their unruly attitude 'she thought.

Gosh, my mother is going to kill me when she finds out. I couldn’t go too far as I bumped into something hard and nearly fell on the ground. Someone grabbed me then held me up. I looked up and found myself looking into a pair of piercing grey eyes that belonged to none other than Logan Hill. “Marina? What are you doing here? Why are you running?” he asked. He looked at my distraught face. His eyes narrowed. “Um…well…I’m on a date,” I stammered. “Is that right?” he asked and stared at me intently. “So, where is your date?”

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”