Marshadow Novels & Stories

Mara bowed her head in shame. "By the taste, blood group o has a bland taste, A has a smooth taste, B has a longer Fuller taste, AB is the fullest in flavor, but be careful of those with HIV to prevent VIV (vampire immuno deficiency virus)"Zane said as he walks out of the crowd, "that should answer it, miss Ruby. Let's not mock Mara." "That's nice Zane. Her dumbness is the reason for her being infamous. She'll never make it out of Vamville school. She'll keep repeating this same course."Ruby said angrily.

Mara was alone. Then she heard steps. Slow steps. Right behind her. Now she turned around. No one. The road was empty. And yet she continued to hear the steps. Closer. Always closer. Until they ended right in front of her. Then a voice appeared. Not loud. Trust me. Too familiar. “You urgently need better hobbies.” Mara died. Her heart stopped. That voice. She knew her. Impossible. She slowly turned her head. And there he stood. Dark coat.

They were only standing close, looking at the water, and Julian's face in the lamplight was soft and open and bright. "That is her," said Damon, very quietly. "Isn't it? The one he has been smiling about." "Her name is Mara," said Sera. "Mara Lindqvist. She is a harbor pilot. She guides the big ships through the channel in fog." "How do you know that?" "Beatrice told me. She interrogated Julian for an hour at the reception line." Sera smiled. "She approves. She says anyone who can steer four hundred meters of steel through twenty meters of water is probably capable of handling a Voss."

Mia's head shot up to look at him immediately "There's a way for us to get few steps closer to these creatures. I have found the solution that could put away the Zombies once and for all. They are supposed to be dead but someone keeps creating their existence and with them gone fear will arise in the vamps and weres" "Tartal is the mastermind. So, are you saying we should abduct Tartal?" "No, we take possession of the foolish orb that he uses to create these. The other time I attacked during their blood hunt, I heard one of them speak of a fading orb, it may not be exactly the route of the zombies but it could still help us tarnish his plans" "That's a good plan Raven. If all is done against

Dindo exclaimed weakly as he sat back in his chair. "I think many of you were surprised by my revelation today. It's my real face. My real name is Amore Miller...I hope you still consider me as your partner even though I have been hiding for a long time. Didn't you also wonder why our organization is called OMARE CORPS? " "Yeah. Where it came from Amore?" Trisha asked. "From my name. She scramble the letters of my name, Omare or Amore, didn't she? Did you get it?"

She took a step out of her house into the lobby to take a proper look but their was no one there. Linda walked back into the house with the envelope and shut the door behind. "What the hell is this?" She thought aloud opening it. She found a liquid substance in a tiny bottle and a syringe "what the fuck is this?" Her phone started ringing. Linda picked up her phone. "I am sure you must have received the package now Linda..." "Joan??" Linda called out. "Of course it's me foolish girl, give that to Oliver and please make sure you inform him that he has twenty four hours to do it or he should say goodbye to his marriage, of course we all know that decent Erica would divorce him" she hanged up a

Shannon seeing this as her cue to leave walked back out of the room. The two girls shrugged down their robes, leaving them unclad. Their porcelain skin glowed and something behind their necks caught Lyra's attention as they wiggled their hips toward him. The reddish–pink welts behind their neck had a name which she could only assume was his on it. "Marcellus". The swirls of his name formed a beautiful pattern as it embossed itself in their skin, almost like a tattoo. She heard a small groan leave his lips when one straddled him and the other sat beside him, pulling at his shirt.

All of a sudden, Randhir came in front of her and asked, "You don't like turmeric ceremony. Don't you?" "Umm, well, it's just something new to me. And I feel like getting marinated." Finishing her sentences Myra put her tongue out thinking that she might have said something wrong. "Oops, sorry for doing this then." Before Myra could understand anything Randhir put a small yellow patch on Myra's nose and one cheek. Myra stood still but Randhir said with a smile, "It looks like a teddy bear's nose. Don't worry, I didn't marinate you."

“proceed.” “My name is Paul Marshall, also known as Jones Brandon. I am the poetic killer but I was never alone. I had a partner, Andre Green, real name, Benjamin Miller. I am responsible for for the death of thirty young girls including Sarah Martins and Becky Gibson and my parents Mr and Mrs Green. Benjamin and I grew up in the same orphanage know and we had promised to get to each other no matter what separated us not even adoption. We had sworn an oath to stick with each other till death did us part and my only regret is death came too soon.”