The Martian Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zenia said rolling her eyes around, "No, I won't let you go." Mars frowned clenching her hand tightly. "Mars don't be so impatient, I am observing that since I admitted my love to you, you were not the same calm and composed Doctor Mars," "Indeed you become a more impatient and stubborn teenage boy,...which I don't like." she said shrinking her nose. "Is it?" Mars chuckled "Yes, It is!" she said cuddling him "I love you Zenia and living away from is something I can’t be patient about," Mars said hugging her tightly.

Simply being in the same room allowed their wolves to regain strength and alleviate any anxiety she had been feeling. But as the mate bond grew stronger, it was hard and hard to deny their mutual attraction. Whenever they got close, or when their skin touched, Celeste's heart would race violently, leaving no room for anything other than the echoing cries of her own wolf thirsting for her mate, "Mate! Mate! Mate!" She couldn't help but recall the last full moon when Jeremy had pinned her down to the ground with his fierce claws pressing against her skin and the heat radiating from his body. The memory was still too vividly ingrained in her mind.

“Good Morning Master, Good morning Madam.” “Good morning, Mara. I hope your night was good.” I said to the maid who must have had a shitty morning from the pain she was definitely also feeling due to my rashness. She looked up slightly to stare at me while nodding, the look in her eyes countering my questions and thoughts. “I am sure Mara’s night was splendid, Anna. After all, you both drank a wine of over one million dollars. It’s not surprising....” My heartbeat shot up as I remembered I still had that demon to face. And with the way Mara’s eyes were bloodshot, it was obvious that he must have done something bad to her.

*************** CHAPTER 49 ~Damon’s POV~ After Arianna went out, I left Xander and decided to bury myself in work to get things fixed and done. My study was dimly lit, as I always loved it. Ignoring the ambience, I made my way to my chair and propped my feet on top of my table. So many thoughts filled my mind and Mars was liking her. He was a great fan of our mate even though her stubbornness would land her in trouble.

Instead, he started lifting me—until my feet were off the ground. That’s when I knew this was something very different. “Bullshit!” Ragnar’s voice thundered with fury. “This is obviously a mistake,” he growled. “How? Why?” he asked, staring deep at me—as if I held the answers to his questions. My tears of joy had now turned into tears of sorrow. I didn’t understand why he was reacting this way. But I was unmistakably sure he was mine. So why was he treating me like this? “You being my mate changes nothing. Do you hear me?”

Her vision blurred in waves of red and white, and then sharpened again with impossible clarity. Her fingers—it felt like they were breaking, fracturing outward. Then her nails tore through her skin, lengthening. Her breath came in short, violent gasps. Her skin burned, bubbled, and stretched as coarse fur erupted across her arms, her shoulders, her thighs. Her ears rang until she couldn’t hear anything except the sound of her own bones rearranging. It was unbearable. She thought she would pass out. She wanted to. But she couldn’t. “Mommy!” Ethan sobbed again, this time more broken, more terrified.

“Make it a short trip. I fear what may happen to your new mate.” He shifts and takes to the sky with the powerful thrust of his back legs and the beating of his wings. I grab the discarded clothing, and we head back towards the village and temple in silence. Now is when I envy the wolves. They can talk to each other through their mind links. We do not have that ability. Or do we?

I tell her before we enter the Packhouse. "I know I am not mad at you. I am afraid you will return to Dean and become his Luna. What will happen to us? We need you more than he does. You are our Alpha, and you are our leader. You are the one that gave us confidence in ourselves and trained us to fight. What would have become of us if it was not for you? Standing at a distance, I could see Dean's love for you. I fear you will fall for him, and he will never take us into the Red River Pack. Also, I am angry at myself because I think Martin is my mate. Here is the bloody Beta of the Red River Pack. I used my magic to make him not smell me, but I could see in his eyes that he knew. I never want

"I'm scared. I'm really upset about Turi. I want nothing else but to rip her fucking head off with my bare hands. I also hate that I have to tiptoe around Micca. He doesn't talk to me. He's defensive and I don't know what to say to him to make things better. And then there's you. I'm really fucking worried about you and what happened with Danica," "Every time I think about another woman, I just-" he sighs and sits back massaging his temples. "She told me she hated me, Mars. She would have prefered to go back than to have stayed here with me. I didn't ask a lot of her. She just decided that I was a monster. The things I shared with her. How am I supposed to let anyone in when my own mate didn

"You... are a fan of mine?" Damn it. My eyes glared at Mira, sending an electric shock through my gaze, begging her to shut up. Marco had no idea about it, because I never told him. "Are you really a fan of mine? What a surprise." Before I could form a lie, Mira had already replied cheerfully, cutting the meat on her plate. "She's been a fan of you since college, Mr. Marten. When you were still a trainee. I thought romantic stories between fans and the star only existed in drama. Turns out you two are a couple."