Tarnished X Marika Novels & Stories

“How do you stay so steady here? After everything?” She shifted slightly. “Because I have had no choice but to be.” Mara’s parents had been close to Xavier’s father once, trusted members of the inner circle. Then they betrayed him. The punishment was not death. It was something slower. They gave Mara over as a servant so that they could spend the rest of their lives watching their daughter work on her knees in the castle they had tried to destroy. She had been here since she was young. She was an omega, without a wolf…yet. She had nothing and no one, just like me.

“What do you want?” “Oh, Tamara.” Mara stepped closer, her green eyes gleaming with something dark and satisfied. Something that had been building for a long time. “I want what was always supposed to be mine.” “I don’t understand….” “I know you don’t.” She gestured to the scarred man. “Cut her hands free.”

I looked at her, eyes burning. “You are not lowly,” she said. “Don’t even think that.” “But if he’s an alpha and I’m an omega—” “Then it means something happened,” she interrupted. “Something big. Something deliberate.” I swallowed hard. “Or something shameful.” “No,” she said sharply. “Warren doesn’t do shame. If he marked you, he had a reason.” “That doesn’t make it better,” I whispered. Mara softened, squeezing my hands. “Lana… if anything, this explains why he’s struggling. Not rejecting you.”

His heartbeat faltered again. Marcus surged protectively, forcing his pulse back into rhythm through sheer dominance. And there it was, the problem. The Lycan was overriding mortality. Not healing it. I cupped Xavier’s face in my hands. “You saved us on that field,” I said softly. “Now let me save you.” His jaw tightened. “If you fully mark me,” he whispered, “there is no undoing it.” “I do not want undoing.” Silence stretched between us, heavy and sacred.

He instructed and left. An enchanting lady with beauty and grace, captivating all who lay eyes upon her stepped in. Her porcelain skin possesses a radiant glow, complemented by the soft flush of rose-pink cheeks. I recognized her as the lady who had pushed me away. But I was too broken to care. "Why does he hates me this much?" I asked softly. Fighting back tears Marita looks at me with compassion filled eyes. "Alpha Xavier is the sweetest male I know. He doesn't hate you. Why do you think we all love him so much and are willing to die for him. Male and female alike."

Too delusional given their time to prepare, but they will try. X surfaced first, going in circles around her. He showed his sharp teeth with no tinge of mercy to be seen. Maridelle’s eyes followed his movements. Maridelle heaves a deep breath, calming herself, pushing herself to focus on the training. She called Vengeance to surface. Before she could wolf-out, X did not gave her a chance and launches an attack. His pointed paws had leave slashes on her arms. The blood that squirted from it, has made the leaves of the plants nearby to grow out of proportion.

She possessed a rare combination of beauty and lethal skill that made her indispensable to our operations. "Emiliano does not suspect a thing," she began, her voice laced with a mix of admiration and caution, "but he knows you killed Diego Marino." I couldn't help but smirk at the revelation. Diego Marino, a treacherous snake, had attempted to undermine our organization and had paid the ultimate price for his betrayal. "What was his reaction?" I inquired, my voice filled with a controlled curiosity. A flicker of amusement danced in Blanca's eyes as she recounted the details. "He was livid, Boss," she revealed, her tone tinged with satisfaction. "He was actually using Marino to sell drugs.”

Thinking about it now, I realize that she must have high regards for this man, him being the popular ever helpful lecturer that he claims to be. If only she knew how cruel he was, if only she knew the monster she was with right now and all the monstrous things he made me do. I could not allow her to see this side of me, the side that I kept locked away while I put up my charismatic facade, I could not let the veil slip off to reveal scars that refuse to heal but continue to haunt me time after time. "I think it would be best if you leave now Clara," I said, without even looking at her direction.

Tamar wanted to go all out on him but seeing him in such a state, she decided to not worsen his condition as he already look like someone that had recently lost his sanity. "His wolf spirit will show up when it wants to, for now, let's watch his health," she said giving him a friendly tap on his shoulder. "you all don't get it!" Marek screamed at her. Tamar wasn't expecting him to raise his voice at her, but she didn't flinch, not even for once did she avert her gaze, she let him shout at her. she inches closer to Marek in an intimidating stance, Tamar, an average-height lady at the age of fifteen lost her mom and become the leader of the desert coven, now she's twenty years old, she is cons

She swallowed back the bitterness. One shot. Chaos would follow. Screams. Panic. The illusion would shatter. In the confusion, Toren would hunt. She would disappear. She would find Scarlett. Take her back. Kill the woman who thought she could claim what was hers. Xavier’s careful little kingdom would burn. Marek had promised her cover. Escape routes. Men positioned to ensure the aftermath favoured rebellion. And Marek wanted more than blood. He wanted the crown. Spring River had also broken him. Broken him and sharpened him into something dangerous. He did not want justice. He wanted revenge.