The Martian Novels & Stories

Or even get enough of the scent. Who does this scent belong to? Looking down, in front of the tree, sat a lady in shattered dress and she looked unkempt and malnourished and she seemed to be sleeping. How come she is yet to notice us? Tenor stirred up and seemed suddenly interested in her. Who is she? "Mate!" He said and I stepped back a bit in abrupt shock. Mate? How could I have a mate? And that too so soon? "Please, don't give me that. Selene promised us a new mate. See, she look lean. Take her inside." He said but I could not move from the place.

He does not have a friend; to comfort him. In the evening, Marta has dreamt about Larry who has passed away recently. To that, she would no longer want to sleep due to this dream. Less than no time, she goes to the kitchen to drink a water. Afterwards, she goes back to the room. Now, she has made up to her mind that she will goes to his old apartment.

Martians said composing himself Antonio stood up slowly,he sat beside his father on the bed as the both faced the huge TV screen on the wall After a few minutes of silence “Go ahead and marry her,love her, even if she isn't able to give you what you want don't lose her for any reason”. Martians said quietly inform of an advice Antonio was short of words,the words of his father touched him deeply “She's pregnant”. Antonio said Martians stared at him surprised “I guess you're really good at taking a perfect shot”. Martians said tapping Antonio on the shoulder

" I promise " The ixoras had started to bloom, they lined the edges of the road, elegantly showcasing a blend of yellow and red, but one look could disclose the last time they had a good trim, there weren't gardeners, this wasn't a garden, there were other flowers, hibiscuses, Christ thorn, some fresh, others wilted, the flowers grew amongst each other, struggling for space.

Below, in a courtyard garden, Mars was laughing with Anya, a simple smile on his face. "Ahh... I am strangely annoyed," he muttered to the empty room, the feeling a hot and unfamiliar within him. In the courtyard, Anya, Mars' first friend in this world, was eager to hear more about the tales Mars told her. “What else do you have in your world?” She asked,while she deftly pruned a rose bush beside Mars.

"Mars isn't a paradise. It’s just another simulation! Another layer of the game!" "Is it?" An old man stood up, his skin mapped with the blue scars of a lifetime in the deep-shelters. "Because I can see it, girl. Look up." He pointed toward the mouth of the cave. I walked out, Silas close behind me. I looked up at the sky, and my heart nearly stopped. The "Mars.exe" glitch I had seen on the beach wasn't a glitch. It was a **Manifestation**. High above the Earth, a red planet was visible—not as a distant star, but as a massive, terraformed orb that seemed to occupy half the sky. It was surrounded by a glowing, violet ring—the "Source" energy I had released from the Mothership.

“Oh dear imposter, don’t be frightened. Mars is taking care of me. He even told me he likes me. Can you imagine!” I laughed like I was a lunatic. Then I said in a cold voice, “You? Mars said he likes you?” “Hahaha, what a sick joke. Let me tell you something, dimwit: he’s in love with another woman. Someone more than you. Mars has impossibly high standards, so he won’t fall for a cheap she-wolf like you. He’s in love with a very powerful being. But you? What are you?” Marcy’s smile cracked.

The neon red lights of the party pulsed like a rhythmic heartbeat, a sharp contrast to the biting chill of the Austin, Texas night. Inside the Riverside Duplex, the atmosphere was thick with the scent of pine, rain, and the underlying musk of the Austin Wolves hockey team. Kol Reyes adjusted the collar of his shirt, feeling exposed. His roommate, Valeria Cruz, had practically forced him into the outfit—a charcoal button-down that was tapered perfectly to his lean, athletic frame, paired with dark slacks and polished boots.

That's what he always tells me when I try to display any weak emotions as he has called it. “ Come in,” I said, finally finding my voice. The door knob moved slowly.And here she comes. My chosen Mate. She was wearing a long, white flowy gown, a robe- like kind. The robe was light which made me able to see what she was wearing inside. My eyes sized her body from her feet to her face. She was indeed so beautiful, but not as the love of my life. She wasn’t moving, she clung onto the hem of the robe tightly, like she could feel my eyes burning her skin.

My palm turned clammy but I managed a wobbly smile. “Good morning.” I greeted the room. They responded stiffly and my mother nodded to Agatha, dismissing her with the flick of her finger. Agatha was reluctant to leave as shown in the few seconds she her fingers lingered on my wheelchair. “Since we're all here, I think I'll dive right into it.” Marcus spoke up. His voice was deep and monotonous and he stared down his nose at me. I dug my nails into my palms, my breaths coming in short puffs. Ever since the incident, being under scrutiny always made me feel small and useless.