Novelas y relatos de The Martian

Julian closed his eyes. "I tried to be brave," Marta said. Two large tears rolled down her powdered cheeks, leaving shining tracks. "But I'm sixty-eight, my darlings, and I have a bad hip, and I thought of the prison. I cried a great deal. She gave me a handkerchief, a very nice one, with a little red moon on it. And she put a piece of paper in front of me, and a very fine pen." "Marta," I said, in a voice I barely recognized. "What did you sign?"

Broken. Angry. Sad. Everything at once. The tears continued building. I hated crying. Hated feeling weak. Hated showing pain. Yet Maria had been with me through everything. From the day I arrived in Tombstone. From the day my life fell apart. She never abandoned me. Not once. Marten stepped closer. Carefully. Almost cautiously. Then his thumb brushed against my cheek. Wiping away the tear before it could fall. His touch felt warm. Steady.

The thought tightened something inside my chest. I lifted the untouched champagne to my lips, mostly so no one would notice the way my expression changed. Mara had been beneath Ronan’s home for three years. Three winters. Three summers. Three years without seeing the sky except through whatever narrow window he might have allowed her. I had imagined the dungeon a thousand different ways. Wet stone. Rusting chains. Silver bars burning her skin whenever she moved. I had imagined her thin and pale, her dark hair hanging in dirty strands around her face. I had imagined bruises along her arms and old blood beneath her fingernails.

The struggle to make things grow vanished; the apple tree sapling he had just planted surged upward, its bark turning a lustrous, metallic silver. "Julian!" Clara cried, dropping her tablet. The Martian sky, once a dusty salmon-pink, was peeling away. Behind the atmospheric veil, the stars weren't points of light; they were Corporate Logos of the Multiverse. The Boötes Void was opening. And from the darkness emerged a fleet of ships that made the old obsidian Dreadnoughts look like toys. These ships were made of Woven Time, their hulls displaying the scrolling text of a billion different stories.

​ANG PAGLAPIT SA PULA NA PLANETA ​Sa dulo ng kanilang paglalakbay, lumitaw sa kanilang harapan ang isang dambuhalang pulang bola—ang Mars. Hindi ito ang tahimik na planeta na inaasahan nila. Sa paligid nito, makikita ang mga labi ng mga lumang satellite at mga abandonadong space stations na nagmistulang mga libingan sa kalawakan. ​"Welcome to the Red Desert," bulong ni Xander habang nakikita ang dambuhalang canyon ng Valles Marineris.

​The Descent into the Abyss ​They didn't take the whole fleet. Kael, Nora, and Elia boarded a "Leaf-Skiff"—a small, aerodynamic vessel grown from the Weaver’s own branch-matter. As they plummeted into the depths of the canyon, the red dust of Mars began to coat the glass, turning the world into a blur of rusted light. ​At the very floor of the rift, they found the Mars-Vault. It was a massive, subterranean dome carved from the hematite-rich rock. Unlike the organic, weeping roots of the Mother-Root on Earth, this entrance was a masterpiece of Sterling geometry.

I said to Elaine who then smiled. "Of course it should. I think I still know the way, I can show you there," she said and led me towards the garden of roses. When we got there, I discovered that half of it was gone, unlike how it was years back. Did they clear it? Frowning, I plucked out one out of the ones I could find and inhaled the scent. It made me feel more alive and I couldn't help but nod my head in satisfaction. No one knew what this flower did to my entire body system aside from me and my wolf.

Preparations for a grand celebration. He hated parties. He hated crowds. But he could stomach both if it meant stopping the chaos clawing at him from the inside. They parked, and he stepped out, the cool wind cutting across his arms. Daxon and Mara, his beta pair, flanked him silently. The second he set foot on the gravel path, something… shifted. Not heat. Not the bond snap described in stories. Nothing that made him think mate. Just a whisper along the back of his mind—a tug. A presence. A prickle beneath the skin he immediately chalked up to lack of sleep.

And once he understood that she was the heart of their connection, he mirrored that love in every action. The night held a delicate beauty, filled with promise and tranquility. A soft breeze rustled through the leaves, carrying the perfume of wildflowers and fresh earth. Liam took another deep breath, a wave of anticipation rising within him, knowing that this night would shape their futures. He was determined to stand by Niylah’s side, supporting her as she embraced her new role, proud to call her his mate.

I’m too busy stealing glances at Jace and the red-headed woman, trying to decipher what their relationship is. “Something interesting happened at The Mate Matchmaking Bureau a few days ago.” My date wins my interest with that sentence, and my attention snaps to his face. “Oh yeah?” "Uh-huh," Von May Bite grins. “Alpha Lucifer, someone who has been missing for twenty years, suddenly appeared in their matchmaking systems, which is super creepy. The guy is thought to be dead.”