Marth X Caeda 소설 & 이야기

"Choose, sister! Your mate or your family! Who matters more? Save Xavier and let me kill everyone here? Or stop me and let your precious mate die?" "Three minutes," Kael says. His hands are steady but his voice shakes. "I'm halfway through the tech sequence, but Xavier, you need to go faster on the magical side." I can't go faster. I'm already giving everything I have. The mate bond flares suddenly, and I feel Thelma making a decision. But it's not the choice Morgana demanded. Through our connection, I feel power flowing. She's channeling energy through the twin bond to Theo.

“And now, you can see why I’m protective of him. I like to know his friends, especially ones that he is very close to.” When she turned around, she slid a bowl of fruit in my direction. “Eat. They are rich in calcium.” I knew from her tone that there was no getting out of this, so I sat back on the stool, grabbing a little black currant. “I’m Marcus, even though you already know that. I… erm… I study here…. Classical Literature major and a Creative Art minor.” “It’s nice to meet you, Marcus,” she said with a pleasant smile on her face. “I’m Martha.”

He had a jovial look on his face and was Marth. He did not have any special symbols on his clothes and was from Hestia Continent just like Fane. When the three of them met, sparks started to fly. Rudy looked at Lourain with a frown. When Lourain had seen that Marth and Rudy were from third-grade worlds, he immediately had a long look on his face, as if they owed him a lot of money. Lourain even said, "How unlucky!" Marth had a smile on his face initially but completely lost it at those words.

“Oookay, who?” Martha pursed her lips, taking a deep breath. “Zheira.” She looked away with an awkward smile. “Zheira Martin.”

Velcira barked over her. “Hold her down! Don’t let her thrash.” Marita rushed forward, steadying Kaerith’s head with both hands. “I’ve got her.” Mia leaned her weight against Kaerith’s arms, gripping her wrists tightly even as the girl’s body jerked under her. “Kaerith, please, stop fighting, please.” Velcira dipped her fingers into the steaming draught. The liquid clung to her skin, as she leaned over Kaerith, tracing a trembling line across her forehead.

Martha mashed the potatoes harder. Thud-Thud! “Where are their parents now?” She spontaneously stopped and turned toward Noah, “dead…” she then began to mash the potatoes again even harder. Thud-Thud-Thud! “The devil named Anderson Vaillant and his pack killed my husband along with the kid’s parents…” she began to bang the masher even after the poor potatoes had been completely squashed. But it didn't stop her. Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud-Thud! Martha couldn't hold her tears, “They spared us, because my daughter, Wendy, agreed to marry him and became his Luna…”

Martha leaned heavily on her cane as she walked beside Leela, her steps slow but purposeful. "She looks so much like her mother tonight," Martha whispered, her voice trembling as she watched Sarah and Toby sit together on the hearth, huddled over a hand-drawn map of the ritual clearing. "My baby... sealing her bond. I didn't know if I'd live to see it."

“She’s going to lead us to the beacon.” Gwen brushed Ezequiel back and I watched Martha free herself from his grasp. She charged out the door, marching for the woods. Justin snatched my wrist, pulling me back to stay behind while he commanded our warriors to follow Martha from a distance. “You’re staying here,” my mate said. I pulled free of his hold on my wrist, but he caught the other. We repeated the process until I finally brought our grappling to the ground, pushing and crawling to break free of his caging arms.

Kayla said for Martha to chuckle. She could remember how Marie, the prettiest of them three always talks about her newly wedded husband. The anger still lingers in her heart, even though she’s dead, Martha knows if Marie appears again she will still do what she did. “Marie is dead and gone, we need to focus on the newly personal maid. Make sure she’s just a personal maid because men easily fall for pretty eyes” Martha said for Kayla to nod. “You look good in his clothes,” she said for her daughter to chuckle.

she asked. “He is mine Martha and there is nothing anyone can do about it,” she snapped. Martha’s eyes trailed to her missing limb. “Look at what she did to you. Even if she was weak, if you had not threatened her with her daughter, she would have done worse. You are fighting with someone with the biggest ally, Octavia, Silver and Asher are not to be messed with, but clearly you have a death wish,” Martha said. She only pretended not to know him but she knows Silver and Octavia very well, she has heard about them and also seen what they were both capable of and she still wonders who in their sane mind wants to anger someone close to them.