Reasonable Marines Novels & Stories

Claimed By The New Neighbour (2) Mara took a beer for herself and sat down. “Vaughn, I see you have a Marine Corps tattoo on your upper arm. Is that your only tattoo?” “Mara, I’ve always thought that if you have a Marine tattoo, that’s all you need. I did my twenty years and loved every minute of it. Then I took retirement, and now I’m loving every minute of that too. I just do whatever the fúck I want.”

We run in silence for miles and miles, but when we reach the United States/Canadian border, Zane steps in front of me. Amaris, stop! He orders. I wait nervously, not knowing how my wolf will react to being ordered to halt her search for her mate, but when she relents, stopping and lowering her head in respect, I let out a sigh of relief. We can’t cross the border. It’s not our territory. We must turn back, he tells me, making both she and I irritated at being ordered around. Keep calm, I tell her when she begins to growl low in her throat. We can't growl at him, he will perceive it as a threat.

I shouldn't be here. Silverclaw territory was dangerous for someone like me. A rogue. A powerless, wolfless girl who had no place in a world ruled by Alphas and warriors. But I needed the moonroot. Without it, Marta’s fever would only get worse. She was the only friend I had. I wouldn’t let her die.

No living thing will ever harm my mate again. "That's it. Right there. Set me down in the middle," Marina says from somewhere behind me, and my eyes refocus on the land in front of me. I see a waterway cutting through the field, and strings of saliva begin to fall from my mouth due to my bloodlust. Once I reach the bank, I pace back and forth as my uncle places the siren in the water as instructed. "I can't take everyone, Octavius. The stream won't support all the wolves you have brought. I can take ten, and that's pushing it," Marina says as her skin begin to turn a blueish green.

It was just the family. "It’s too big," Mia commented, shading her eyes with her sunglasses. "If pirates attack, clearing all those decks will take at least twenty minutes." "Pirates?" Kian wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist. "Mia, the hull is reinforced with military-grade titanium. If pirates ram it, their boat will shatter like glass." Jackson stood at the bottom of the boarding ramp, looking incredibly relaxed in a linen shirt and chinos. Serenity stood beside him, wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat and a flowing white summer dress.

He smiled. "MK153 Shoulder-launched Multi-Purpose Assault Weapon. 83.5 Millimeter Rockets. 7.6 pounds. Maximum range 500 meters." I rattled the info off in one breath, tone, hard. As if schooling a poolee or a boot. I looked straight past him, remembering, wondering what it all meant. "Oorah," he said with a smile, blowing into his hands, the Marine coming out in him. I forced a smile on his behalf. He nodded in approval with a smile that told me he found comfort, someone who'd seen what he had. "What about you?"

This is because after all I’d experienced in the past one year, it is important that persons all over the world should know the powers and forces that exist on this planet, which they have no knowledge about. Surprisingly, the word ‘marine,’ to the best of my knowledge, only concerned the activities of fishermen, animals and plants that live in the sea, a member of an armed force in the United States or United Kingdom who is specially trained for military duties at sea as well as on land, offshore oil exploration activities and freight activities on the high seas… Anyway, let me delve into what I came here for before you lose interest in what you’re about to read; and so the story goes like

Marrow looked between Draven’s royal bearing and Elara’s unwavering, silver gaze. "A council of equals," the Admiral murmured, testing the phrase on his tongue as though tasting strange wine. "No high crown in Silvercrest. No imperial decrees seizing maritime trade." "A sovereign seat for House Marrow at the grand table," Elara stated, her voice quiet, absolute, and carrying the weight of an unshakeable promise. "Your shipyards remain yours. Your trade routes remain yours. And the southern fleet answers only to the southern admiralty." Marrow set the papers down. He reached to his belt, drawing his short naval dagger with a slow, deliberate movement. With the tip of the blade, he sliced a sh

Instead, he turned calmly to the nearest delegate. “Welcome to Ardenthal.” The message was clear. We do not rattle. Another boom echoed. Closer this time. Still north of the boundary. Still technically lawful. But deliberate in volume. Cassian’s envoy leaned toward me quietly. “They’re increasing amplitude.” “They’re increasing spectacle,” I replied. Inside the council hall, the summit commenced. Dominic opened with a steady address. “Maritime stability depends not merely on strength, but on shared clarity.” Another distant boom vibrated faintly through the windows.

I called Saurya and Veer on conference call. R : Hii guys. V : What happened Saddu? R : I am getting married tomorrow. You guys have to be here. S : What the hell dude. Don't mess with this topic. V : Be serious Raghav. R : It's truth. Grandma has fixed my marriage with some old friend's granddaughter. V : Raghav think twice. Divorce is prohibited in your family. Arrange marriage is fine but don't take decisions in moments. S : If you want we can talk with dadi.