Sailor Mars Rei Novels & Stories

he bows once more and I don’t know what to make of this. “How many of you are there?” I ask, and he smiles at me before he looks at Carter, then back at me. “With this being your birth place. You command over 15,000 sirens in these and the surrounding waters. We heard the call for war from Sephone, but we will not yield to the usurper. You are the true queen only you can command us. Welcome home, my queen.” He gestures to the SUV and moves aside. “Oh, could you address my mate correctly please?” I say and he looks at Carter and bows to him.

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

Marcel: Fury rode me like a second skin. It burned hot and relentless as I stormed down the corridor toward my quarters, every step heavy with the promise of violence. Servants shrank back. Guards stiffened and looked away. They all felt it, the thing in me that the Council had named, sharpened, and unleashed when rogues needed to disappear… when I knew that they needed to die. “Alpha... you told me to wait for you” Theia’s voice reached me just as I entered my quarters. “Should I bring Lia?”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”

Liora began pulling data from the ship’s manifest. “The ship’s name is The Siren. “They’re in international waters so no country’s laws can touch them.” “Leo, contact our air unit,” Mavric ordered. “Prepare the private fighter jets and extraction team.” “I want precise coordinates for that ship now.” “Wait, Mavric… there’s something else,” Liora furrowed her brow under her headset. “Marcus isn’t alone.” He’s on an encrypted video call with someone. “I’ll try to tap into it.”

The parchment was still warm from the courier's hand when Orion broke the seal. He scanned the words once, then again—each line cutting through him like the edge of a blade. If you wish to see your mate again, come to the borders of the Outlands. Alone. His jaw flexed, the paper crumpling slightly in his fist. It reeked of a trap. Even without reading between the lines, he knew Rey would never willingly offer herself up to be used as collateral. Whatever game they were playing, she was a pawn and he wasn't about to let them use her that way.

Then— The lights flickered. A pulse through the Tower’s spine. One of the dark screens lit up—hijacked feed. Static gave way to a face. Marsel. Live. He wore a black suit. The Várgr crest burned into the lapel. Behind him: wolves carved into glass, shadows moving fast through machinery. “You always said silence was loyalty, Domenik.” His voice was low. Measured. “Let’s see how loud your empire screams without it.”

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

The Mystic Ring was flattened and looked like a gigantic boxing ring in the middle of the ocean. "That Shane is a demon and not a grim reaper, isn't he?" Marcus asked Mara after getting away from the attacks coming from the seven seraphims and the seven rulers of hell. His eyes are fixed on Shane and couldn't help but wonder why that guy doesn't have a pair of horn just like them. "No, he is a grim reaper, Marcus," She replied and then pinched the large wound on Marcus' stomach. "What are you doing, your highness?" He asked while wincing in pain.

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