Tarnished X Marika Novels & Stories

Then I delete the sent confirmation. I lean against the building, close my eyes. This is it. The first real move. Mara thinks she’s safe behind his walls. Sebastian thinks he’s untouchable. They’re both wrong.

One of the warriors—Fenn, broad‑shouldered, still limping slightly from a healed leg wound—hid a smirk behind his hand. “But,” Lilah went on, “you also lived long enough to see where that system led. To Malric. To me, on an altar. To our children being born under a curse and calling it fate. You’re wise enough to know we can’t keep walking that road and expect a different end.” Silence followed that. Mara looked down at the charter again. Then, slowly, she nodded once. “I said I would sign,” she said. “I meant it.” Tavian hesitated a moment longer, jaw working.

And Xavier was already meticulously plucking each one. He was updating his network of hired surveillance when the first solid breakthrough presented itself unexpectedly – a fresh image capture of Martha at an electronics shop captured by a street camera before she managed to obscure her face. Xavier’s blood surged with predatory satisfaction studying her appearance – she had colored her hair, lost weight, the hollows under her cheekbones were more pronounced. Good, let fear gnaw away at her bones. Her suffering would be exquisite for what she had done to Halle and their child.

He was beginning to understand the gravity of the situation, and the danger that Marah posed. As I finished my story, I knew that Damian would take my warning seriously. Marah wasn't just a woman with a misguided crush; she was a force of manipulation and destruction. Her obsession with power and status had turned her into a formidable adversary. I clinked my glass against Damian's, a silent toast to our enduring friendship and our shared understanding of the treacherous world we navigated. In a world filled with Marahs and hidden agendas, having a friend like Damian was a lifeline—a reminder that we could face any storm together and emerge stronger on the other side.

Maybe this was a sign I could trust them with so much more. “And you are?” Marik asked Torrance with a raised brow, looking over my 3 best friends. “I’m Torrance Marks, the Gamma’s daughter. Not that my position in the pack should matter when a person comes forward with such an allegation. Or are we like the humans and going to victim blame?” she asked coldly, her green eyes hard and angry. Even I was impressed by her fire. Magnus Horne let out a surprised laugh and stepped forward.

Mate marks, exactly the same as hers. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight and her mouth moved before her brain could catch up "You're all marked" It was the first thing she had said to these women, Lena felt a wave of embarrassment. Lorna's hand lifted to her throat instinctively, she stroked her scar softly. "Yes" she said in a whisper.

Why did the Moon Goddess put me in this situation? My tears pool around my eyes and they are starting to make my vision blurry. I harshly wiped it using my hand and sniffed as I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. Once I get back to the present, I'll really bully Xavier for making me feel this way. But of course, that was just a joke. I know, the Xavier that I know is different from the Xavier here. "When can we find someone who will love us?" Amaris voice broke, causing another tear to fall from my eyes. Damn it. My wolf is also hurting.

All she needed was to think before she started doing the right thing or digging her grave unknowingly. "No. I'm fine." Clara says finishing her beer and sliding a small white card alongside it before standing up. "you know the gravity gets loose on the weekends." she says before disappearing into the crowd advising June to smile, with a beaming smile as if she wasn't the same woman who appeared seconds ago and offered June a revenge plan with prize money. June collected the bottle and the card and thought about her words and their conversation and all that she has offered; she stared at the card for a long time before a voice snapped her out of her trance.

Like memory coated in moonlight. She stood in a vast clearing. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air. Screams echoed, muffled by the sound of wolves snarling. She saw a woman radiant, fierce, but broken . Her gown was torn. Her hands were shaking as she tried to run. Behind her, betrayal moved in silence. A figure cloaked in darkness whispering lies into Xavier’s ear. The woman fell to her knees, blood spilling beneath her. A golden mark burned across her chest the same mark Octavia bore now.

"What are you doing?" I didn't answer. I reached across the table, picking up a piece of the roasted meat Marek had so proudly served. I dropped it onto the floor. "The meat is tainted, Marek," I said, my voice low and steady. "It tastes like the silver you fed me for twenty-one years. It tastes like a coward’s fear." Marek’s face went from pale to a deep, bruised purple. "You ungrateful brat. I took that five million to save your grandmother. I saved this pack!"