Woman From Mars Novels & Stories

Screens lined the walls, all showing different places around the world. And people. Maria stopped walking. “Elias…” she said. On one screen was a young woman with silver hair, her eyes glowing faint blue. NYX. On another screen, a tall man stood calmly in a burning room. ORION. And then Maria saw her. A small girl sitting alone in a white room. Morrow. Her eyes were open now. Maria rushed toward the screen. “She’s awake.” Suddenly, all the screens changed at once. Specter appeared.

Francesca Waldorf was never the daughter her family wanted. She was overlooked and compared endlessly to her sister. She learned early that love in the Waldorf house came with conditions. When Waldorf & Co. begins to collapse, Francesca is forced to marry billionaire heir Julian Windsor in her sister’s place. Humiliated on her wedding night and blamed for a lie she never told, she becomes a stranger inside her own marriage while Sophie plays the victim everyone believes. Then Francesca disappears. Years later, she returns as the mysterious, untouchable CEO of Velaré, with a heart that no longer belongs to Julian. Now he has to face the truth: the woman he once ignored is gone. And this t

“Even if Clar never has offspring” “I don’t care.” “I only want her safe.” “Mind your own business.” The female’s expression twisted. “You’ll regret it!” “One day” “You’ll understand” “Only fertile females deserve you!” She turned. Forced her way out. The crowd Slowly returned to normal. Mars watched everything. Then smiled. “You’re my first customers today.” He pulled out a bundle Small pieces of white cloth. “Take these.” “Free.” Clar blinked. Surprised. “You’re sure?”

Not in a million years. I mean I’ve just never paid attention to Mars because she is in a way Penelope’s sister and that is just wrong on all levels. The one thing that stands out about her is her snow-white hair, but other than that nothing else catches the eye, at least on surface level. I just haven’t paid her much attention, and if not for the bond, she still wouldn’t be my type of girl. It’s not like she’s ugly or unattractive. She is beautiful and with a decent figure that is only seen whenever she’s forced to dress up. Unlike Penelope who likes to dress up and look beautiful at all times, Mars would much rather put on sackcloth than dress up, even then, she’s still beautiful. She is n

she began in a deep, gravelly tone that didn't sound like she was feminine in any way, “rises before the sun and sets herself for the day. Not lying sprawled in bed like pampered pets.” “Excuse me?” I asked, utterly confused, as my eyes shot to Mara, who stood frozen behind the strange woman, wringing her hand nervously at the hem of the sackcloth she had on. “Luna…” she stammered, “I tried to tell her you were still…” “Quiet!” the woman barked, cutting Mara off. “You’re her personal maid, aren’t you? Then you’re part of the problem too.” Mara bowed her head immediately, muttering an apology that barely made it out of her mouth as she withdrew to the far corner of the room, almost out of sig

We were back at the mansion! Finally! At least I was a step closer to home. “Oh, finally, the princess has woken up.” The woman's voice sounded irritated, as if the last thing she wanted to do was be here with me. Where's Marisol? I took a better look at the woman in front of me. She looked a little older than me, probably in her late twenties, with long blond hair spilling down her back, she was of average height with a thin figure, wearing a simple blue shirt and jeans. “Xander was worried you might not wake up at all.”

Mars greeted shyly, getting up and quickly checking his chin for drool. A young girl, the bravest of the bunch, stepped forward. "Who are you?" Mars laughed awkwardly. "Uh, no one, actually. I'm just a foreigner with no place to go," he replied, semi-honestly. The others exchanged glances, their expressions hardening. He was just like them, then. Yet he had done no work all day and was on familiar terms with the prince. So he really is a whore, just like that Charlotte girl, the thought ran through their minds. Only the young girl, whose name was Anya, remained innocent of the suspicion. She was simply glad to have a friend her own age.

We were split into 100, in each section, with a woman who had a fox skin on her head come out of the high part which seemed like a stage. “I am Maria, the Fox woman and I’m in charge of this section of the game.” A sense of déjà vu replayed in my head. Mum once told me this story... something similar. What was happening? She highlighted from the steps, in an amber linen, snapping her hand only for various servants to rush in dropping flaming lanterns by our sides. I arched a brow instantly, wondering what this game was all about.

“What you saw is true, Jelca. They are not normal creatures. They are werewolves like you.” “But why?” She hardly knew what to add to her question because of her amazement at the people inside the room. Her roommates was practicing their powers. She thought that people with supernatural powers was just a dream but she was witnessing the live evidences now. A woman was playing fire above her palms and a man was creating small waves above his palms. That was totally amazing and she was like a child admiring how the magic was performed. “I'm Elkira Marshon,”said a woman with short hair and she immediately lost the fire that was in her hand earlier.

The ground cracked wider, and I could see light coming from somewhere deep underground. "How many prisoners were down there?" I asked. "Forty-three," Dr. Marsh whispered. "All with dangerous powers?" "All with powers we couldn't control." A hand burst through the earth near my feet. Then an arm. Then a head covered in dirt and blood. The woman who climbed out looked exactly like Amara, but her eyes were completely black and filled with centuries of rage. "Hello, world," The Mother said, her voice carrying across the forest. "Did you miss me?"