Mars Chan Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

, 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?”

After he finished speaking, the middle-aged man took out a token from his pocket and handed it to Marlee. Marlee quickly took the token with both hands and looked at it. The number 782 was written on it. In other words, her merchant ship was the 782nd ship in line. She had to wait for the 781 ships in front of her before it was her merchant ship’s turn. “Thank you, Sir!” Marlee bowed and thanked the middle-aged man. “I said you don’t have to be so polite. What’s your name?” The middle-aged man asked. “Sir, my name is Marlee Jung.”

The marshal shook his head, tapping his left breast with a closed fist. “I’ve faced the bastards before, we’re far from their Groves but. I ain’t never seen carnage that… consummate. And I’ve fought the Skolic.” There was an uncomfortable sense of dread that hung in the hair, like the rumble of a distant storm. Or the gnawing weakness before a disease. The sensation bit around the Captain’s senses, prompting her to reach for her swords. “Unless I get an order from my commander to return, this little boat will be pushing to the Suha. Will that be all marshal?” The marshal let them through, signaling the watchmen that the voltiir’s vessel was cleared.

He looked down at me, a fiercely proud smirk returning to his lips. "Hell of a driving, Ghost," Dax said softly. "You didn't do so bad yourself, Pres," I smiled, leaning my head back against the chair, utterly exhausted. "Vanguard, do you copy? Mia! Steele!" my father's frantic voice suddenly burst over the restored comms channel, completely free of static. "We copy, Chen," Dax answered, hitting the broadcast button. "The Mariana Trench has officially been canceled. Send a couple of heavy scav-crawlers to the shoreline. We're going to need a tow back to the Ark."

Andre whispered to me. Roman cleared his throat and shot a look at Andre. “The Majestic is capable of covering 200 nautical miles per day.” “Nautical miles? Are those, like, fancy rich people miles?” Andre chuckled. Joemar smiled, too. Roman’s scowl was fierce. “I will be ignoring any and all comments from Ms. Melissa Villar from this point forward.” “Ah, lighten up,” Joemar said. “She’s only making jokes because she’s nervous.”