Senja Mars Novels & Stories

62 ANNALISE The air around us was heavy with anticipation. Janet’s words echoed in my mind—Marcus had become more powerful, more dangerous than we could have imagined. He was no longer just a threat to our realm, but to the earth realm as well. The chaos he had unleashed was spreading, and I could feel it in every corner of our world.

EmeraldEyes launches the dart with his prized atlatl a spear thrower carved from the tusk of the matriarch, feeling the notches beneath his palm and remembering each prey they represented by name. The first dart signals the eruption of chaos, its barbed tip to write this conflict into the air among countless others. Only the jungles of Ma’Nyla, the near-eternal witnesses, are the true victors of these many warriors; from those simply vying for daily survival, to those protecting their supposed claim on the land. The blood spilled and flesh rendered feeds its roots.

Mars taunted, sitting on the sofa sipping his coffee, Marcus surprisingly looked back at him, "What do mean, Mars?" Marcus pretends to be calm. Mars put his coffee mug on the table and walked towards the cabinet, took out the first aid kit from the cabinet and moved towards Marcus. He grabbed his hand and cleaned the wound and applied an ointment on his hand, "We are twins and don't forget that we can sense each other pains and sorrows, I mean, I never saw you crying for a girl," he said smirking

Or they drowned her to spite me. Sirens and werewolves will always be enemies. There is no place in my heart for them. They are ruthless warriors always turning their enemies against each other. Humans revere sirens as something to love. They celebrate mermaids and sirens with cute little dolls and put them on t-shirts. Those images are all dubious. It is a lie to think such ruthless creatures are harmless, beautiful, or friendly. My father was foolish enough to trust sirens and he lost his very own brother over it. Trust was broken and a war broke out. The sirens will never prevail and will never show true empathy.

I feel the effect as it pulls energy from the building, filling me with more than enough for this fight. “You think that gives you an advantage over me? Who’s stupid now, Aphrodite? Blood River isn’t my only pack. I just told you, I’m Luna of the Menae. Not only are we the Menae, WE are the Maven and WE are the Healers.” I hold the sword steady and stare her down, letting my energy build. My voice grows louder until it booms in my goddess tone. “WE are the Sentinel. WE are the Wild. And you better fucking believe WE are the Dark.”

My mother is a phoenix. I've seen the crest in the books I've read. The only people who hold that crest are royalty, but not just any royal. Maple is part of an ancient tribe called the Bird Tribe, or Celestians, and they live on a floating island in the sky called Altera that can be seen every one hundred years. Celestians or they go for another name, angels - are the only ones with light magic that can purify dark magic. I can not believe my mother is part of a Bird Tribe, not only that she's a princess.

"Excellent. We're making progress." Luna touched his arm. "I'm fine." "You have no fire, we're inside a mountain surrounded by people who apparently know everything about us, and the last group that came here became statues," Darius countered. "Still fine," Luna insisted. "That definition needs work." Luna continued onto the island, leaving him to argue. The woman studied her. "You are less impressive without the fire." Luna raised an eyebrow. "That may be the nicest thing anyone connected to ancient magic has ever said to me." The woman's laugh was so unexpected that even Darius looked surprised. "My name is Senna," she said. "I am the last wolf witness."

Elder James—so self-righteous about the sanctity of the mate bond—had destroyed hers. “I want to go to him,” Julia whispered. “I never wanted Blaze. That was all, Grandpa. But I don’t know how to reach Mars.” I stroked her hair. “Don’t worry. Renzo will know what to do.” When she finally slept, I went searching for my mate. --- Renzo stood with Shane, their voices low. I only caught fragments. “… Saoirse… rogue… the trade.” “But the Luna—” “Quiet, Shane. I know what I’m doing.”

Senna I am a very good liar. I spend my days smiling at people who killed everyone I loved, and I do it so well that they give me keys to their rooms. It has been six weeks since I remembered that my name is Maren, not Senna, but I still answer to Senna. I have to. Senna is the girl they trust. Senna is the healer who fixes their cuts. Maren is the girl who wants to watch this whole house burn.

Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited. Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch.