Martha Kent Smallville Novels & Stories

The well, mannered and principled Lady Durk is stuttering. He turns to the Pack. “I believe all of us recognize her… this woman. The maid that served Durk to his death. She has some truths to reveal to us.” “Greetings Harrow Wood pack,” Martha starts. Her voice is strong. Even with the age and white hairs, she's not aged one bit. Not in her looks, not in her voice. Although old, her gait can pass off for a younger woman. “My name is Martha and I'm here to reveal the truth that has been hidden for years.”

"Liv isn’t some villain, Mom." "You don’t see it because you were enchanted. And before you roll your eyes, let me finish," she said, her voice sharp and commanding. "Viv came to see me." My head snapped up. "She did what?! I thought you were kidding when you said you were with her. The nerves of her come right here after all she has done. She is quite lucky that Kaelon has not set his eyes on her yet." Martha raised a brow, unfazed. "She was waiting at the gate when I arrived. I almost ran her over."

With night terrors, insomnia, and many more issues. I pulled up to the market and came out. I was happy the moment I saw Martha. Martha is the resident old lady. Seventy-two years of age, and the woman who kept me in her house, in this pack for the first eight months. When I was scared, covered in scars. Martha is the only one who has a glimpse of an idea of my past. And she tells no one. If anybody can help Esmarie recover and teach her how to raise her children it’s Martha. Mother of none.

“Oh, well, I thought I could address you as Sebastian since you've always loved my daughter Zara. Alright, Alpha, my apologies. Good afternoon, Alpha.” “Welcome, Martha. You've been mighty scarce around the pack for days now. What brings you here now?” “I want justice for my child, Alpha, the love of your life. I know you had no choice but to make that wicked being your mate, but it doesn't mean my daughter wouldn't get justice for my poor child whilst her killer is busy strutting around and glowing everywhere.” “We have no confirmation that Zara is dead, so why are you so sure she's dead? Is there something you know that I don't know about Martha?”

Her eyes studied my face for a moment like she was trying to see if I meant it. Then she nodded like the answer was enough for now. “That’s good.” I crossed my arms lightly. “Do you know Emily?” I asked. Martha blinked slightly at the sudden question. “Ivan’s wife?” “Yeah.” “I know her,” Martha said. “She’s a great woman.” I tilted my head. “What else?” Something flickered across Martha’s face, hesitation, maybe even caution. For someone who used to be in the military, she was surprisingly careful with her words inside this house. Then again, living with the Wade brothers probably taught anyone that lesson very quickly.

She hesitated at the door long enough to confirm that the woman was telling the truth and that there was no dragon man hiding outside before she fell into step beside her. “So,” Martha said as she stopped and fondled the stem of a sunflower that looked to be the size of a small tree. “Ask away.” “How have you managed to stay alive for so long?” Chloe asked. Martha hesitated for a moment while she debated whether to tell the complete truth, or simply an abridged version. She decided to tell the compete truth. “I was lying in a field, raped and bleeding to death, when Baqman found me. He took me back to a cave where he’d been staying and nursed me back to health. He was in dragon form and I

Martha asks showing Kayla Harden's photo. “ wait, Mom, that Harden Howells, he’s the young CEO of Howell empire, I once saw him at Actress Sara McCarty's birthday party here in New York, I even asked for a photo look.” She showed her mother the photo of her and Harden in a party environment for Martha to smirk. “He’s so handsome, well not to Alex's standard but he’s also good-looking. Why do you ask?” She asked for her mother to scoff. “ she’s a gold digger,” Martha said for Kyla to look at her. She showed Kayla the photo and she gasped.

He says while smiling. “Ok, Doc, thank you. I wish when she does wake up, she wants me in here with her.” I said sadly and hopefully. He looks over at me, “ Ready, but before he does it. I already mind linking my wolf. She is not like that she-wolf that was at the front desk.” Honey, are you in there? I just saw Janet. She is just awful. She is flirting with a guy out there with his mate. She looks ready to pop about, and I can’t believe the men. I am so glad my mate is so faithful and loves me.” She says. Smiling over at her mate. “Oh, hello dear, my name is Martha Jones. How do you do?” She says.

I called out softly, pulling the heavy fur cowl down from my head. From behind a towering labyrinth of wooden bookshelves, a small, hunched figure emerged. Martha’s silver hair was bound in an intricate web of braids. She was found in the war five years ago during the war with kealen and she was taken back but over the time we became close as she was the only one closest to my kind, the shamans. Her ancient, milky-blue eyes fixed on me with instant recognition. Her gaze immediately dropped to my hands, which were still trembling slightly, and then to my stomach.

Ronan was right, the star wasn’t facing the moon goddess. “This should be easy to know then,” Martha said and then looked at me with a teasing smile. “Did you ever have any encounter with a non-shifter in your early life?” Martha continued and god, I was using up my last bit of self-control to not beat her up. “You already know, I only had one man all my life until I met Ronan and he’s a shifter,” “One that just advanced even,” I added after some seconds. Killian was a shifter which meant that Martha’s reading had to be faulty.