Smash Marth Novels & Stories

Thamer quickly opened the car and Martha dive inside. " Mom, I'm glad you're safe!" Diana said while she wiped the tears streaming from her eyes. " I never thought that my mom was so cool!" She said happily. " I'm afraid you would laugh at me honey! Yes! You're mom is a mighty warrior!"Martha told her daughter while putting her fist in her chest with a heads up.

"I didn't permit you to talk!" Marth might have some power, but he was weak against those who were above Mystery Grade, after all. He flew backward and spat out a mouthful of blood before crashing onto the floor, his face pale. "Lord Marth!" His men cried. "Not my brother!" Mirth shouted, tears in her eyes. She held him up and glared at the trio in pained rage. "All he did was explain things! Why did you have to hurt him like that, huh?! Is everyone in the Catacombs Order so… tyrannical?!"

As soon as Amara’s eyes landed on the familiar warmth of her gaze, Amara sprung to her feet. “Martha!” Amara beamed. “I missed you! How are you!?” “Amara…” Martha’s eyes flickered to Amara’s face as her eyes watered. Taking a stumbling step towards the young woman, Martha engulfed the girl in her arms. “What happened, my child? How could be…” Martha broke into sobs looking at the bandages on Amara’s fragile body. The tears continued falling as Amara gathered broken Martha into her arms hissing as the bandages shifted slightly. Yet she kept her pain to herself and pulled the crying Martha towards the bed.

Mara’s voice was bright and teasing, her hands holding a wooden mug of mead, her brown eyes glinting with joy as she raised it in a toast, the firelight illuminating her face, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared joy. “To kicking ass and taking names!” Mara cheered, her laughter sharp and infectious, her brown eyes sparkling, the flame pendant catching the firelight, the warmth of the grove wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of mead, the grove a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “We’re the fucking best!” She took a long swig, the golden liquid spilling slightly down her chin, her laughter echoing through the grove, the firelight casting a golden glow on her face, th

"I want to believe you, Martha. I really do but you know even the strongest warriors have their weaknesses. What if... What if he doesn't make it?" Martha squeezed Annah's hand and looked into her eyes with unwavering determination. "Annah, I promise you, he will come back to you. He loves you, and that love is his armor. We'll get through this together. He won't die. I won't let him." Annah took a shaky breath, finding solace in Martha's words. With tears still shimmering in her eyes, she managed a faint smile. "Thank you, Martha. I needed to hear that. I don't know what I'd do without you."

He turned to the side and spat, then looked at the floor to see a splash of blood his blood on the ground. There was no fighting it. He knew he was going to get hurt pretty badly if she resisted. However it would go, he might never recover from encountering Martha. “Where are my manners,” she gave a mirthless laugh as she jabbed her fist into her palm. “I am Martha. Detective Martha. I was there that day when you took that little girl away and I never saw her again. I could never find you wherever I looked and whoever I asked. It was like you disappeared into thin air and now here we are, meeting again, me and you,” she splayed her hands in the air and scoffed, “the world is a small place af

When I looked at Eros, he raised his left eyebrow at Algie but Algie glared at him and answered Marthana, "Soon." Marthana held her face and was about to scream but what came out of her mouth is,''Ouch!" Maybe because of the dextrose in her hand. She took it for a moment and continued to scream while saying, "I'm so proud of you, you finally have a boyfriend!" It's better to say 'you finally met your mate!' but Marthana is a human, she knows nothing about mate. After that happened, Marthana never left around us. She and Clara are always together but aside from them being friends, we learned that Marthana is a daughter of a former senator and currently has a large company she is handling.

Martha screamed and did a happy dance, am jealous that I have never made my best friend this happy, but more down the devil have never casually smiled at my like this "Come on I will smoke you next time" he said "Prepare to eat shit" she said, the devil that never glance any girls way is having a happy moment with my best friend, I should be happy but why am I not. "Can I join" I asked, that's when they noticed my presence "Sure" Martha said, with smile plastered on her face. We played for more 10 minutes, but it was as if that its only Martha and the devil, for am easily defeated. They kept laughing and talking

Aria's POV I can't believe this, Martha fought for me. She hid me away from the three rogues that had tricked us. She's a seasoned warrior and was able to kill two of them. A third one crept behind me to hurt me but Martha stepped in the way stabbing him with silver in the process. He got a clean swipe at her neck. I couldn't recognize the scream that tore through my throat. She can't die, it's all my fault. She didn't want to come but I forced her and remained adamant and unreasonable.

"You dare use my mother against me!" "Ethan! No!" I screamed. But he had already shouldered the weapon and taken aim. "You'll use any dirty trick to humiliate me!" Martha saw the targeting laser from the launcher. The red dot was on my chest. She didn't hesitate. In that last second, Martha launched herself out of her wheelchair. A shield of fragile bone and fierce love. "NO!" The grenade fired. A fireball ripped through the night. Martha's body exploded in front of me.