Suspicious Marble Don't Starve Together Novels & Stories

The group of three was sitting in their same spot from last time as Maria was staring at the ruby jewel that she had summoned, feeling it pulsing on her skin as if it was a human heart. "I wonder what type of celestial being it is? Hopefully something strong, big, scary, and tough-looking!" suggested Mai as Maria and Julian couldn't help but have their imaginations run wild, each conjuring a different image based on the description Mai listed out. 'Denied!' Just the image alone put a sour expression on Maria's face while Julian trembled in fear at the image he conjured. Wanting to get rid of such an image, Maria found her gaze pointed down towards the lolita doll Julian was clutching to his

Strange objects were scattered across its surface. A brass astrolabe, dull but still detailed. A collection of oddly shaped crystals that caught the flashlight beams in strange ways, reflecting light that didn’t feel natural. And then— A human skull. It sat quietly among the objects, its hollow eye sockets staring straight into the darkness… as if it was watching them. “Whoa…” Marco whispered, his voice low, caught between amazement and fear. “Your grandfather was into some… really weird stuff.” Ben swallowed hard but said nothing.

Glara raised an eyebrow and smiled sardonically. Without saying anything, Martha got up from her seat and walked away from Glara's table. "Watch out, Glara!" "I'm ready!" Glara shouted back in response to Damian's threat. The four adults at the table looked at Damian's antics, shaking their heads. "He's still doing that. What's Martha lacking? If I had a son, I would definitely match him with her." "Not very smart, Uncle. He willingly falls into Damian's trap." "You too, right?" Bhuvi teased Glara.

Hazel squirmed in fear thinking he is going to mark her today. But as soon as his teeth graze against her neck where she would get marked she felt a jolt a pain emerging in her. She scooted away from him immediately. She has an odd moon sign on her neck where marking is done while mating and when Alexander tries to mark her as his, an very odd pain ebrupts in her skin right under the moon sign. Alexander stare at her deadly in the eyes this time. Her lips started quivering in pain. "P-please don't d-do this Alexander." she pleaded to him almost at the verge of crying.

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

A collective sigh rented through the room. “My apologies—but we can’t leave the windows open for too long,” Cole warned. “A few minutes should do the trick,” Jason replied. “You all know why we are here. Let’s get to it so we can all go back to bed. Just a quick recap, we looking for an antique iron key—” he said, and paused, taking a quick glance at Ash who immediately brought out his phone to show everyone the picture of the sewer grate with the unmistakable dent of a key at a corner of it.

Preparations for a grand celebration. He hated parties. He hated crowds. But he could stomach both if it meant stopping the chaos clawing at him from the inside. They parked, and he stepped out, the cool wind cutting across his arms. Daxon and Mara, his beta pair, flanked him silently. The second he set foot on the gravel path, something… shifted. Not heat. Not the bond snap described in stories. Nothing that made him think mate. Just a whisper along the back of his mind—a tug. A presence. A prickle beneath the skin he immediately chalked up to lack of sleep.

“Rule one: nobody leaves this property until we figure this out. Nobody contacts Mnemosyne. Nobody calls the police.” Nine continued, voice layered again, like two throats sharing one airway. “Rule two: you sleep in this bed every night. Alone or with one of us or both of us. Your choice. No guilt.” Mara’s pulse hammered so hard she felt it in her teeth. “And rule three?” she whispered. They answered together, perfectly synchronized: “We never lie to you again.” The bowl of pomegranate seeds trembled in her lap. She picked one up, red and glistening, and held it between thumb and forefinger.

Raven who has been quiet since suddenly spoke, cutting Zelan short. “Uhm I guess?” I replied. He walked closer to the bed and moved his face closer to mine a bit. He placed his hand on my chin and moved my head to side checking my neck. He turned to look at Zelan. “It’s the one.” “Oh jeez.” Zelan muttered. “What is it?” “What is it?” Ria and I asked at the same time, confused. “The marble has marked you.” Zelan said simply. “What marked what?” I was confused.

I shoved all four pieces inside my mouth as Phil and Marlon looked quite surprised by my impulsive action. “Did you just ate all four?” Phil sounded surprised that I just ate all four at the same time as if I don’t know it’s too much. “Ahuh,” I replied as I chewed the mushrooms like it’s nothing. “Someone’s going to outer space,” Marlon added wearing a grin on his face.