The Martian Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Zayne says after a while. “Planning to kill a bunch of people?” “It’s always on the agenda” his reply is nonchalant. Mars just shrugs like he couldn’t agree more. “Enough with the unpleasant talk, as is with every conversation with you, I’d like to get to know your mate more” his attention shifts to me. “Little one, tell me, do you have any sibling I can manage while I wait for you to get over this one? Preferably blond I’ve always had a thing for blondes but without the eyes, no offense but your eyes are kind of funky”

Marea throws something at me to get my attention, “I’m bored, you guys are really boring.” “Go to your own home then,” Xavier growls from the table, “No one wants you here.” “Mar, I don’t care if you’re bored, some of us have stuff to do,” I say, still writing my essay. I’m absolutely butchering this and plagiarizing every word, but at least I’m trying, “It’s not my fault you decided not to go to college after all.”

Chapter 8: Marina POV I managed to make it back to the packhouse with little issue, though it was a rather long and uncomfortable hike. Everything was wet, thanks to my bra and underwear being wet, which meant everything had chaffed on the walk back home. None of which did anything to help my mood. If anything it made me angrier and more frustrated. I was tired, I had missed dinner, and I was annoyed. The question was whether I was more annoyed with myself or with Alpha Gray…I hadn’t quite decided as I stomped through the kitchen and up the stairs to my prison cell of a bedroom.

Maris, his gaze fixed on a particularly bright star on the door, remarked, "And maybe, just maybe, our fates were written in these very stars." As Sasha approached, the amulet glowing even brighter, she gently pressed it against the door. A ripple of energy surged through the corridor, and the door started to dissolve, revealing an expansive, starlit realm beyond. Stepping through, they found themselves floating in what seemed like a boundless cosmos. Stars, nebulas, and celestial wonders surrounded them. Nebula, her eyes wide with wonder, exclaimed, "It's beautiful! It's like being in the heart of the universe."

Hell of a night for fate to get clever. Marek was already sprawled out in my study when I walked in, eyes sharp as a hawk, tracking me the second I crossed the threshold. Guy’s younger than me, built like he could break a doorframe just by leaning on it, and shocker he can’t sit still for five seconds. “You wrapped up the council early,” he said. Not a question. Zero emotion. “They’re not going to love that.” I shrugged, grabbing the whiskey. “I don’t care if they love it. They just got to listen.”

*Lana POV* It feels like my mind is moving about a million miles a minute. With Maddox here, and dad home safe, it’s time to focus on the things that need fixing. The problem is the list seems to be never ending. With three alphas in my dungeon, Jariah and his strange situation with his sister, and then there is the committee and Allen. Holy shit, it’s like being buried alive. Maybe it’s all a strange initiation from fate. Or maybe it’s just life and what it means to be an alpha. If that’s the case, it’s much more frustrating than I ever thought it would be.

I found myself gazing in the direction he left for what seemed like an eternity, unable to snap out of it. Norton's piercing critique still haunted me, leaving me heartbroken and aggrieved. My heart felt as though an invisible hand was squeezing it, causing me immense pain, almost suffocating me. It was as if a part of me had left with him. Rose wept and cursed me with the most bitter words. Rejecting a mate not only brought me tremendous pain but also caused her distress. "You fool. Mars clearly likes me; he wanted to mate with me. It's you who ruined everything," she wailed in agony. Mars was Norton's wolf's name.

“I’ll fuck you both dry. And hear your wails by morning light. Whomever you call, won’t be enough...” “You don’t know my mates...” I growled. There was a wailing howl. Broken off sharply in the distance. His head popped up. “What is that?” “You don’t know the wailing cries of your own mate?” I hissed the words. “Sweet old Marta...Tied to a tree, under the Mating Moon. Well within reach of your last three camps.” His arrogant, laughing expression vanished and he immediately looked at the door. “You won’t be fast enough...” I taunted. Giving him a dark look.

As if on cue there is a tap on the door again. The Gamma gets up to answer the door. I can scent him before I see him. My second chance mate is entering the room. “No! Nope! Not happening!” I yell across the room trying to get out of the bed so I can run. My feet get tangled in the bedsheets and I end up in a painful mess on the floor. Both the Gamma and my mate run over to me and help me up. I can feel the sparks bouncing across my skin and I feel a sense of doom rolling over me. All I have ever wanted was those sparks and for someone to want me for me.

“I escaped from the cells in my pack,” He grabbed my hand and my heart started racing. The warmth of his body radiated towards me, making me aware of how close we were standing. A rich, masculine scent mixed with a hint of something spicy filled my senses. “Why were you in the cells?” he inquired, his eyes piercing into mine. I felt compelled to share more, the words flowing uncontrollably from the depths of my being. “I was accused of seducing my mated alpha,” I explained, feeling a surge of emotions in the pit of my stomach. “He had promised me the title of luna, but he gave it away when he found his true mate.” It felt like a torrent of words pouring out, impossible to stop no matter how