Woman From Mars Novels & Stories

Space itself welcomed the newcomer. Nova stared upward. And forgot how to breathe. A woman stepped through the opening. She looked young. Far younger than Origin. Long silver hair flowed behind her. Her eyes contained entire constellations. Her dress appeared woven from moonlight itself. Yet her appearance wasn't what stunned everyone. It was her presence. The universe loved her. Nova could feel it. Stars brightened around her. Reality bent toward her. Even the newborn Witnesses seemed drawn to her existence. The woman smiled. And existence smiled back.

Back on Earth she would be lucky to get even one person to appreciate her. “It will be ‘all’,” She said defiantly. “But you’ve got to make me want it. Are you man enough to do that, Martian?” “Ah, the infamous North American spunk that I heard so much about.” He rubbed his jaw. “I thought they stopped making women like that a century ago.” “Well, I broke the mould.” She sneered. “And now I am here on Mars to set a new one.” “We shall see, wont we?” He rubbed his hands gleefully.

She released it and it broke apart into nothing. Shea took a step forward when she heard Martha scream. The mystery woman was the first inside the house, the others chasing after her. In the hallway, they found Martha unconscious. Marx burst through the door of Lochlan's room to see the woman in the cloak floating over his body, her face down to his. "Your friend... is gone." Then, so was she. ***

This woman truly is remarkable. She finishes her statement moving her chair back, the slightly muffled sounds from her shuffling around echoes through the mic, was the only noise to be heard. And that’s how Atlas Winters makes the world bow to her. This woman is a witch. Smiling, I nudge Jon beside me who’s gone completely silent, and his gaze settles on me, his mouth agape in shock. “Close your mouth and stop gapping at my woman.” I say glaring at him. “What was that?!”

I immediately cored it open and poured some for myself. "You know you have a lot of nerves sitting and laughing in front of the woman whose home you destroyed and whose husband you're going to marry." I said with an emotionless voice and smirked when I noticed how stiff she had become. She bent her head for a while and I lifted my drink to my lips with a smile on my face. "I am not the one who the one who would be getting married to Ryan!" she yelled in annoyance drowning the whispering noise in the restaurant and I choked on my drink.

, the pretty receptionist led the way to a room and ushered the two friends in. A stunning young woman with heart shaped face, doll like features, flawless pinkish porcelain skin, red moist lips rushed towards them with a warm smile. “Dr Damkerng’s daughter?”, Sarah wondered. “ Welcome. Welcome. I am Busaba, Dr Damkerng’s wife”, the lady who was wearing a more ornate Chut Thai dress called Chitralada which had floral embroidery all along its length introduced herself while holding out her hands. “Wife?”, Amelia gasped at the evident age difference between Dr Damkerng and his wife.

She buried her face in Marcel’s fur, wishing this would end. Marcel could see the side exit now. Just a few more steps, and they would be out there in the open air, clear of all this. But when he reached the door, a sensual woman with a flame in each hand appeared, and he recoiled. Christina was surprised at the appearance of the woman. Auburn hair cascaded down to her back, loose and matted, making her look feral. Her cheekbones were high and pointed, chiseled from rock, her face cold and hard.

Mara whispered, “Who are you?” The woman looked at her. For a moment, neither moved. Then the woman’s face changed. “Mara?” Mara made a broken sound. The woman took one step upward. Mara stumbled backward. “You died.” The woman shook her head. “No.” Mara stared at her. “I saw your room.” “You saw what Voss wanted you to see.” Richard went completely still. “What is your name?” The woman looked at him. Recognition came slowly. Then hatred. Pure.

The door opened again before anyone could continue. Mara entered carrying a leather satchel and the expression of a woman who had seen too much nonsense in her life. She was broad-shouldered, silver-haired, sharp-eyed, and absolutely unimpressed. She took one look at us. Then at me. Then sighed. “What did you idiots do now?” Wow. That woman was definitly something I wouldn't want to mess with if she taked like that to four Alphas. “Survived,” Jaxon said. “Barely, as far as I can see,” she replied dryly.

The women from Terrax's home planet are beautiful! I watch the group of glowing women walk across the field with graceful strides, and I realize I can't hold a candle to them. They look like they practiced walking together for years. The pale yellow of their skin looks breathtaking against their orange dresses, and they seem like this is just another day to them.