Senja Mars Novels & Stories

I woke up with a scream and was glad that it was just a dream, but the next second I was surrounded by fear once again after realizing where I was, I was lying in the middle of the altar. The altar emitting the smell of corruption and humidity, the moon hanging in the starry sky, I clearly saw the surrounding moss-crawling stone pillars carved with countless strange runes.

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.

Alexandra smiled to Jun while showing the ingredients that she bought in the country-side Market, then she heard a small chuckle from above the tree, she didn’t looked at it for she already knows. “Jin, come down here, it’s dangerous up there.” [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Jin’s Room - Eben, Meccichuzan (05:49)] A loud knock made Jin woke up from his deep sleep. “Jin! Jin!” “Uh.. Coming, just a second.” Jin stood up, wore his worn-out grey jacket and opened the door. Martha, a 21-year old teenager, who holds an envelope and a lamp gave an early news to him.

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

Something was rotten in this pack, and he didn't want to stay a second longer. He lifted her bridal style and carried her to the car, his warriors trailing behind with the luggage. He settled into the back of the SUV, resting Zoriana’s head on his lap. As the vehicle moved, he found himself gently stroking her hair. She was strong, brave, and beautiful—everything he had ever wanted in a Luna. Only, she belonged to another. “She isn't claimed yet. She could be ours,” Mars suggested, wagging his tail eagerly. “She has a fated mate, Mars. An asshole who doesn't deserve her, but she wants him,” Tristan replied bitterly.

Too wrong. He led us to a clearing where a towering figure waited—Mars, the Rogue Alpha. His eyes locked on Julia with a cold sneer. “Hello, mate.” Julia sobbed. “Mars…” “Take them,” he ordered. Rogues seized us, binding us to their wolves. “Renzo!” I screamed. “What is this?!” He didn’t flinch. Saoirse appeared, magic crackling around her. Relief surged—until Renzo raised a hand.

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.

"Her immune system is weakening. The Siren's Affliction will progress faster. You must be more vigilant. Remove all hard surfaces from your home." Liam's eyes grew wet. "I understand." The doctor's words only solidified his decision. The moment the door closed, he called his assistant. "Get Isla enrolled at the Institut Alpin in Switzerland. Money is no object. Handle her transfer and enrollment immediately." He turned to a dazed Elara and pulled her into a gentle hug. "It's alright, my little siren. She'll be gone. You'll never have to see her again." Elara looked up, a strange emptiness in her gaze. "Good."