Ming Maraj Novels & Stories

Ancient halls, cloaked figures in ceremonial robes, and faces bearing the same bloodline—hers—flashed before her eyes. Mara appeared then, stepping lightly into the room, her presence calm and dangerous all at once. She carried her usual arsenal: scrolls, ritual tools, and a quiet certainty that commanded respect. Her sharp gaze took in the pulsing shards, the shimmer of visions dancing across Zaria’s face.

"I see that. But I said get me your sister. I want Maraïda now." "But why her dad? Am I not enough anymore?" Marina tried masking the fear in her voice with fake flirting but Rico just pushes her to the side, "I'll go get her myself!" He drunkenly pushes himself pass the furniture's, bumping one thing or another on the way. "Maraida!!!" He cooed, "Father stop! She's not even here!" "Maraïda baby! Come to daddy now. He's horny and ready to make you feel real good."

She spun, knife up, searching the dark. “The next one won’t be,” she warned. “I hope not,” I murmured, stepping easily over her trap. “I’d hate to be disappointed in my future mate.” Her knife flashed through the air. I caught it by the handle, the blade halting inches from my cheek. The silence let me enjoy the weight of it in my hand... well-balanced, sharp, wrapped in weathered leather. Mara’s mark was carved near the base: a crescent moon and three lines. Old rebellion. Old blood. She’d likely never told Maeve what it meant.

gomez and stared at my hands pressing Mark’s chest, when his fists began to hit Tom. “¿Ya no te sientes muy macho, pendejo? ¿Te gusta hacer sufrir a las mujeres?” I heard him say in Spanish between blows “You’ll see what it's like to be a macho, when I take you to the Hacienda...” I shuddered with terror when I heard his muffled moans, so I met Mark's eyes, seeing his limp, pale face, and although his chest rose and fell, he was completely still.

"Try watching your sword-brother's eyes glaze over as you hold his guts inside his belly. Then tell me about understanding loss." A wet crunch from the portal. That pale hand curled tighter around the edge, the fingers too long, the nails blackened like old blood. Adrian gasped - a raw, human sound. His white eyes flickered, just for a second, showing a flash of warm brown beneath. "Laziel, please." Mara's voice broke on the word. Blood dripped from a cut above her brow, tracing a slow path down her cheek like a crimson tear. "He's my baby brother."

A child is born marked by a cursed It arrival is to redeem the cursed The cursed will be redeem and it lost glory will be restored, By one single decision of the marked child. The wrong decision shall result to war The right decision shall bring peace to the land." "Everyone knows the marked child is you, the cursed is the exile alpha and his lost glory is this pack and his position as king over the other packs. Any decision that you will make either determines the stands of the pack and also the fall of the pack. Since you have already been marked everyone in the pack is wary of you, I had no option but to send you, your mother and brother, to the state to keep you away from prying eyes tha

Elijah only had a briefcase, but Mara seemed to have bought more clothes, and stuff during the time she lived here. I watched as everyone bade them goodbye in their own way, and when it was my turn, Elijah shook my hand. “You can always come visiting. Silver moon Pack is a neighboring pack. It’s not far from here.” “Yes, Serena. You must come visiting, sometimes. I’ll do the same, too.” Mara added, with a smile on her face. I smiled as well, happy that they weren’t going so far away. Then I hugged Mara tight. “Ensure you provide a lot of delicacies for me whenever I come over, okay?”

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

Almost as if a rattlesnake were warning me to stay away. "Ssshrat sa rinissshh, Mara," Treddian said to me, waving towards the plate. "Eat your meat, Mara," I translated quietly to myself. He nodded as if he understood me. "Disoshhl'ach, Treddian," I returned to him.

I always felt a bit of guilt about his sister even though it wasn't my fault but now everything will be fine. I didn't know that there was so much story behind this. I just nodded my head. Dad spoke ''Uncle has already informed us that they will directly come here. We can put bit of turmeric and henna as symbol here only and we can also do chudda ceremony here itself.'' I just nodded and asked ''Did you talked about Veer and Saurya?'' As our pact says one's wife other two's sister so I want them to have part in my marriage as my wife's brothers as well.