Which Marauders Era Character Are You Novels & Stories

“Naturally, any girl who doesn’t burn to death will be the true queen. Who cares if a few tributes lose their lives?” My jaw clenches; Ryker is vastly unlike his brother, not holding a single ounce of care for human lives. Zarek wouldn't be so cruel or careless. He waves his knights close, standing on either side as one hands him a scroll. “I’ll pick a name from random!”

She eyed me critically “You're the same type” My eyes widened and I gaped at her. “How do you mean?” “You've both been marked” She replied knowingly. “He hasn't marked me” I denied. She looked at me as if she couldn't believe what I was saying. “What other symptoms will he have?” I pressed on. She sighed “Not all are the same ” She admitted “but most are. They have no control over themselves. Most of them turn into feral bloodthirsty beasts, we also have high fevers, hallucinations, and extremely violent episodes”

"This is for females. I can assure you that he is not in there." Nora snorted, irritated that Talia just spilled a big secret. If Marcy tells Alpha Edward that Nora went to Drake's room, Nora might end up in trouble. "Who do you think you are?", Nora asked. "You approached me, shouldn't you introduce yourself first?", Talia responded with a question. "This is Marcy Redmayne, the future Luna of the Dark Howlers pack.", Nora said smugly while gesturing toward Marcy. Talia nodded in understanding and then glanced at Nora. "And you are her spokeswoman?"

'Didn't Alexander die at the young age of 31 or 32? "What's the matter, my dear mate?" I looked at him seriously to make him feel that I am grave serious right now. "How old are you right now?" "Wow, my mate even became so interested in me." I enlarged my eyes at him. Conveying the I-am-grave-serious look. "Well, my dear mate, if you really want to know, I am 13 years old but if you are asking in human years, I am.... 26 years old. We have slower aging process in our Lycan form because of our heightened resilience. "

I was better than that. “Haile?” Mum’s voice softened and she put her mug down with a gentle clink. Blue eyes crowded my vision, the half-fogged memory of the blade glittering in my periphery. Teeth, wet with blood, closed in on me. I shuddered. That was the only way this would end – with blood. But there was no use in hiding it any longer. I was no coward. I was the Young Luna of the strongest pack in Erandos. Holding that truth close to my heart, I wiped the single tear that had spilled free with the back of my hand and turned to face them.

Wendy smirked as she made wicked eye contacts with her friends. "So let me get this straight. You waited all day for school to be over.. you are currently in detention and you gathered a bunch of morons to block my path because you want us to fight" Mara raised both her eyebrows as she tilted her head in disbelief. "You can put it in any way your tiny brain can process it" Wendy was still being so stubborn as she insisted on fighting with Mara who just wanted to go home so she could be on time for her next delivery.

What's the use coming here with him when he can't even say their real status with his parents. She admits that she is not qualified since she can't match his status and glamour. How can an orphan like her match with the famous Acceturo Clan? It's totally understandable. "Mom! Enough of the match making for me, Okay? That's the reason why I was marked as a playboy... The woman you are letting me date is really not my type! they are all superficial... How can I marry that kind of woman? Think about it..." Xavier pleadingly explained to his Mom Divine.

'D-Drake. Someone called him again, but then he realized that Emily was calling him. His jaw clenched as he faced the hunters. "You're ungrateful, human! You dare to hurt that unwanted Luna—the stray?" he roared. The hunters moved backward as Drake suddenly shifted into a wild werewolf. His eyes turned red. "Unwanted, Luna? Stray?" The hunter scoffed as his men laughed soundly. "She's not unwanted. She's a Luna who will carry your heir, but before that, I will kill you first, and then, she'll follow you."

He turned to me with a rare vulnerability etched across his stony face. "Linda, everyone I cared for has been lost to the ravages of time and war. But this—this fight—is to ensure that no one else suffers the same losses." His voice hardened with resolve. "Let's prepare; your vision is a sign we cannot ignore." We moved quickly then, the urgency of my vision propelling us forward. Every second counted—a fact Marcellus knew all too well. He began to chant in an ancient tongue, fingers drawing intricate symbols in the air, weaving a spell that would take us to where we were most needed. To my astonishment, not only was Marcellus a werewolf and seer, but he was also a warlock, similar to my own

Argo held on to me as he shook his head no, “Marley, we have a plan, remember? We don’t even know what’s going on. No alarm has been sounded, and the rest of the pack seems calm. We need to wait.” I relaxed into Argo’s arms, realizing he was right. If I went in now, I might make things worse. It wasn’t just the thought of something happening to Nivia or my dad. It was knowing that Maverick is the gamma. So he’s the one responsible if something were to happen. If a real battle breaks out between our packs, it will be him versus us. Him versus me…