Sailor Mars Rei Novels & Stories

Greeting their arrival were two young maidservants and the 52-year-old captain of the ship, Sir Henrie de Marxe. “Princess Lianne, we are pleased to see you at last. Welcome to the Esclava,” he stated as he bowed his head low. He then turned to the king and said, “Your Majesty, I am happy to see that you have come back.” “Captain Marxe, good noon, I see that all the preparations are ready,” Ruen replied. “Yes, Your Majesty.” “Lianne, this is Captain Marxe, the captain of the Esclava,” Ruen introduced, lifting up his hand towards the captain.

Mars called out from one corner when he noticed her about to enter a room near the kitchen. “Mr. King?” Malikha replied politely. Mars smiled and walked closer to her. “Just call me Mars. We used to go to school together, remember?” Malikha returned his smile and nodded. “Have you eaten yet? Where are you going?” Mars asked casually. “I’m not hungry yet, so I’d like to rest first. Excuse me, Mars,” Malikha answered before turning the doorknob and entering the servant’s room. Mars nodded, though surprise was written all over his face. He stood there for a moment in disbelief before heading into the living room to find Aidan, who was still talking with Raphael.

He was wearing a hikitate-eboshi (black bird) hat and a gray battle surcoat. “The quartermaster is named Kosano. I believe Sasha fought him and managed to drop him overboard. He wields a pair of tonfas because he used to be martial arts police. He became corrupt and decided to give up his marshal’s star for gold. Now he runs most of the slave trade operations in the south. He’s from there and an earth Slayer. He’s dark-skinned, wears a bandana on his head and, if you look closely, you’ll find he’s missing a pinky…”

Keith questioned, watching him with an unreadable expression as Mars flitted from one section to another. Mars shot him a look. “Of course I can. What am I, three?” Keith shrugged, a fluid, arrogant motion. “But you are a servant, or are you not?” Mars laughed, pulling a volume on celestial navigation. “I never said I was a servant. I only said I wasn’t from around here, and then you plucked me off the streets- thank you though.” “Precisely. You looked homeless, and you weren't from around here. Most of the servants here have similar backgrounds like that, no?”

The impression of the initially all-powerful, god of war-like Zayn was diminishing in Romel’s presence. The expressions of every Rheasian watching changed drastically upon witnessing the scene. The top-level personnel from Rheasia expressed their concern even more tellingly. Lil Mars said with a solemn expression, “Oh no. Romel has actually made a breakthrough, and he’s going to work with the other six perfect-class master fighters. Sergeant Larson is in trouble!”

she finished and those amber eyes went to the place I was to also remain immobile before my incredulous gaze. “What did you say your name was?” I asked a few decibels above my regular voice. “Oh, Mark! So good you came, you were the only one missing.” I heard the voice of Kristopolis somewhere in the room, but my eyes were still locked with the woman’s who was a few meters from me, noting how pale she went when she heard my name. “Mark?” she said in a whisper. “Yes... Marcus Sanders.” confirmed Paul looking at her with worry eyes “he is the owner of the company and promoter of the campaign that you will develop… Are you okay?”

The man asked with a smile, my panties dropped in shock. "Yes they are, by the way, he is Josh Qerno, a conductor of this ship, that big Fera in front of you is his Bosom Fera which is called Wind Capricorn." Introduction of Santos Esmeralda to the conductor of this ship and his Bosom Fera? What could that be? [BOSOM FERA- FAMILIARS] We bow as a sign of respect. "They are Sephtis Kali Picosa, Vita Guia Picosa, Lucian Picosa, the three of them are brothers, while the man behind them is Xavier Inugami Luzslo, their friend." Introducing Santos Esmeralda to us, the man bowed.

she retorted, sticking out her tongue. "What- I am not gay, you-" he paused as though he just realized she was teasing him. From his position, he neared Maria, pushing himself toward her till he was no farther than an inch from her. Maria was glued to the chair, scared to move or even breathe, anything she did ended with the inhalation of his entire scent, it filled her nose springing up unholy sensations from the right places, there was no pretending the tension wasn't there for them both.

Blakeney greeted the Brit with an extended hand. “Of course, sir,” Oliver replied. “You know Ms. Romero of course and I believe you’ve met Cap- tain Roberts, correct?” the older man wanted to know. Oliver nodded, his light gray eyes meeting each of them in turn. “Ma’am. Sir.” Mars stuck out a hand in greeting. “Please, call me Mars.” “Thank you. I— “ “Alright, alright,” James interrupted the niceties. “Enough with the hellos. I want to see it.” He punched the skinny, pale Brit playfully in the shoulder.

Alpha Allison smiled making my blush deepen. “That’s what you meant when you said I was the one who told you we were coming?” I faced Maria in an attempt to take the focus off myself and the older woman smiled secretly. “Indeed, I have a special connection with the Moon Mother.” She didn’t say much else but given the look that passed between us, we were sure she knew a lot more than she was letting on. “Maria is considered the Shawoman of the High Tide Pack, her existence was kept a secret to protect her and the pack from ill intent.” Jasper supplied, looking at Maria with emotionless eyes while she simply smiled at him.