Warcross Marie Lu Novels & Stories

It was incredible that they were both still sane after what they had been through and it had been no surprise to Norman when they had retreated from the world after the end of the Pack Wars. Norman could see the panic in Jonah’s eyes as he approached the Moon Alter, concerned for his daughter. It had been easy to see that Adelaide was not the same wolf that had won the Pack Wars. She was not an innocent soul that followed the Moon’s everlasting will. She was troubled, immensely so. He had seen the red, lusty eyes of the savage beast she kept at bay. He had witnessed her savagery first-hand but now, now something was different about the woman. Her dominance was even more powerful than before,

Vamoire protested. Maridelle smirked. “You know what? You are slowing us.” Vamoire raised her eyebrow. She felt insulted, but she knows Maridelle is trying to say something. She let her speak. “I mean there is a faster way to make the war more chaotic.” She grinned. Maridelle pranced toward the monster caged at the corner of the laboratory. It is huge and bulky and his physiognomy is terribly grotesque. But she could feel the potential on its muscles bearing too much unused strength.

I’m wearing white pants, and a black shirt with my sleeves rolled up, my right hand sitting in my pocket as I smoke a cigarette with the other. Everyone annoys me. “Marie,” Carlos says. “Age?” I ask. “Do I need to ask every little fucking thing separately?” “I don’t know her age…” Carlos admits sheepishly. “Marie Yaris Perez, twenty-two years old, dark hair, medium brown eyes, 171cm tall, IT expert in her pack, Level 1 warrior and she’s completed a degree in geography and physics,” Jose says without looking at me. I clench my jaw, as Carlos lowers his and I glare out at the gates, The heat waves rippling in the air.

He turned round to see her bowed low on the ground. “What do you mean accident?” asked Alaric stiffly. “Enlighten me, witch.” “I-I’m M-Mary Crossborough, y-your m-majesty. I’m a witch of this village. I-I was practicing my wind defense spell this morning inside t-this f-forest. W-When I-I c-casted it, I t-then heard s-someone f-falling on the ground n-not so far away. I-I ran to find who it was and then I saw i-it w-was…a-a…d-dham-p-pir. B-but I-I d-didn’t know h-he w-was y-your c-cousin, your majesty.”

The tires screamed as Luca sped off, the engine roaring like a beast unleashed. The warehouse smelled of sweat, iron, smoke, and death. Bodies littered the ground, strewn like broken dolls. Mikael’s men hadn’t stood a chance against the tidal wave that was Luca’s fury. Avancii’s men had descended like shadows, merciless, clinical. Gunfire still echoed from outside, where a city-wide war had begun. But Luca didn’t care about the battlefield. His eyes were locked on her. Maria. She was slumped against a wall, her face streaked with blood and sweat, her breath coming in broken gasps. Her gown was soaked red, clinging to her body. Blood painted her legs, her stomach, her hands. And beside her—

Marie rumored nervously while Lucy checked the time. “Oh! This is another problem again… where the jar of wine… let's just get going already.” Lucy hurried and carried a big jar filled with wine and placed it on her head while Marie carried another jar and the two ladies both hurried out of their rooms in an attempt to get to the grand hall.

As soon as we stepped through the door, the smells of coffee and breakfast meat greeted us. "Morning, Luna!" Marie greeted me with a huge grin. Marie was a pleasantly plump older human who was mated to a werewolf. Her mousy brown and gray hair was pulled up into a messy bun on top of her head. "Morning, Marie," I smiled back as I pulled Alaric to an empty booth in the corner. Alaric's leg wouldn't stop shaking as he tried to look over the menu. I groaned slightly as I prayed that she would get her soon so he would stop.

For someone like Amaria -who isn't a mage like Teresa and Dove nor a mana using swordsman like Elex - she wouldn't stand a chance with a Horc, boost or no boost. The Horc opened its bloodshot eyes and gazed directly at Amaria making eye contact with her. Amaria gulped as she felt the intense bloodlust aura coming from the Horc. It roared hysterically and charged toward her. The mysterious figure snapped his fingers and Amaria fell to the ground.

Fred. —This wine is really delicious. — said Luciana, Mrs. Lisa smiled at her with true affection. —It's because it's one of our specialties, it's called Frozen Rosé. — Luciana smiled with fascination, Santiago couldn't stop looking at her, he had noticed a special shine in her eyes as soon as they arrived and saw the incredible place. The place was incredible and spacious, it had a large parking lot and parking for many cars. —I love it, I will definitely have our wedding here —Irina said determinedly. - Do you agree? —She asked her fiancé

[Third POV] It was as if the world around the main hall suddenly stopped. Louisa and Nico stepped closer to each other without breaking their gazes. When they are mere inches apart, “MATE,” they once muttered at the same time. Nico extended his hand to Louisa, palms facing up, and she placed hers into his hand in response. Without a word, they swiftly walked out of the room and found a quiet corner in the lobby of the packhouse.