Martyanov Blog Novels & Stories

ERIN The letter crumbled in Marty's fist, paper cracking like bones. From where I stood, I could see his knuckles white with pressure, veins standing out on his forearms. Marcus moved closer to him, the only wolf brave enough to approach. Whatever Marty whispered made Marcus's face go pale. Then, in a move that shocked everyone, Marty straightened his shoulders, smoothed out the letter, and tucked it into his pocket like it was nothing. Like his world hadn't just imploded.

Does running away will remove the pain that we're feeling in our hearts? I don't know. But it's the only way my mind telling me. I, Cianna Marie Alvarez-Del Mundo, a martyr wife of Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo and is now tired of being his martyr wife. "I don't want to be a fool anymore! I don't want to be your wife, to be a martyr anymore, Rodleigh Mariano Del Mundo!" I then again shouted before running away from his home.

I push his hands away, choosing to take my seat on the other side of the table instead. “What do you want, Marty?” I glare at him. Marty shrugs and goes back to his seat where a tray with two glasses of water lay before him. He takes a sip from one of the glasses and clears his throat. “I am here to claim my mate and all that she possesses.” I snort. “So you want the Morningstar pack.” Marty snaps his fingers as if a lightbulb has just lit in his head and an ugly grin spreads across his face. “Bingo! My mate is so smart!”

“You went up against the great me. I’m actually impressed you were able to hold your own so well.” “Don’t take me lightly.” I say, turning my head to meet his gaze. “Just because I didn’t win today doesn’t mean I won’t tomorrow.” “You can try.” Marty says his voice challenging. “But I’ll let you know that no one has managed to outdo me yet.” “What about back in...” Eyes widening, I stop as I realize exactly what is about to come out of me. What about back in Italy when Marty was caught off guard and knocked out so that Denali could be kidnapped?

“You went up against the great me. I’m actually impressed you were able to hold your own so well.” “Don’t take me lightly.” I say, turning my head to meet his gaze. “Just because I didn’t win today doesn’t mean I won’t tomorrow.” “You can try.” Marty says his voice challenging. “But I’ll let you know that no one has managed to outdo me yet.” “What about back in...” Eyes widening, I stop as I realize exactly what is about to come out of me. What about back in Italy when Marty was caught off guard and knocked out so that Denali could be kidnapped?

Nikolai’s POV I slammed my bedroom door so hard that the frame shook in response. My hands wouldn’t stop trembling. I pressed them flat against the wood, trying to steady myself, trying to understand what the hell had just happened. That omega. That insignificant omega—arrgh! I pushed away from the door and started pacing. Everything felt wrong and off and out of place. This was far from what I expected. That’s if I even expected anything.

When I opened my eyes again, half my body was trapped in wet cement, immobile. Jen crouched down, brushing the messy strands of hair from my face with her usual tenderness. "Sylvia, human experimentation is illegal… our mentor said this lab must be permanently sealed." I struggled desperately, but the cement coiled around me like a venomous snake. Cold sludge surged over my chest, pressing against each rib until it groaned under the weight. "Don't struggle, Sylvia," Jen sang a nursery rhyme, tilting the last bucket of cement. "Otherwise… it will trap bubbles as it hardens."

“ Are you saying that I’m not supposed to worry? “ I asked, my voice getting louder and my nostrils flaring. “ That is not what I am-“ “ It sounds like it is, Anabelle. Do me a favor and stay away from me right now. The last thing I need is someone who doesn’t understand how I’m feeling to tell me what I should and shouldn’t feel. “ I said and turned away from me. I felt guilty immediately and turned around to face away from her. The pride in me did not allow me to turn around and apologize despite knowing that I was in the wrong. “ I’m not the enemy here, Brie. You need to talk to me. I know there is more to the story that you’re telling us. “ She said. I had tried to be as elusive as I cou

“You are American, mooncalf, get over it. You may have Russian blood, but you were born in the land of the fat, obnoxious and complacent.” “I am glad you think so highly of my heritage,” Anya snapped. She stuck out her tongue and crossed her arms. The engaged in a death glare match. “Enough, the both of you. I have had a long day’s work of herding animals and tending the trees, and I came home seeking peace, not squabbling,” Dmitri said. He sat beside the stove and began perusing his worn illicit copy of Mikhail Bulgakov's The Master and the Margarita, bought from a black market in Moscow.

Marty rushed past me waving his phone in my face like a crazy person. "Have you lost your damn mind?!" he shouted. "Good morning to you too," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes. "Don't good morning me! Do you know what you've done? Do you have ANY idea?" "Marty, what are you talking about?" He shoved his phone at me. "This! Look at this!" I squinted at the screen. And it was my I*******m post from last night staring back at me. "Launching my EVANGELINE Spring Collection next month. The REAL designer is back."