Yami Marik Ishtar Novels & Stories

My fingers trembled when I finally placed them in hers and let her pull me to my feet. The main chamber had been cleared. A wide circle of smooth stone stood empty in the center. Three women waited at the cardinal points—north, east, south, while Mara looked like she was representing the west. Each of them wore a simple robe in the color of the four elements. Earth wore brown, air wore white, fire wore red, and Mara wore deep blue, representing water. Mara led me to the middle and released my hand. “Stand here. Don’t move unless one of us tells you.”

He stiffened, blood spurting out of the tiny wound on his neck, and with a kick from me, I pushed him towards an incoming shifted rogue, and before it could gain its footing, I had already arrived before it. I raised my sword higher and drove it into its skull from above. The wolf twitched under the sword, struggling feebly until its entire head was penetrated and the sword emerged from its neck. "Commander!” I heard a fearful cry from behind me, and I hurried to turn around, just to see a rogue taking one of the women by her neck. However, a figure moved before I could. It was Imari. When the rogue was not looking, she threw one of her twin swords, and it precisely penetrated his neck. Seei

Mara’s voice was bright and teasing, her brown eyes glinting with emotion as she looked at Alya, the sunlight illuminating her face, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared farewell. “Look at her, already a little warrior,” Mara said, her laughter sharp and warm, her brown eyes glistening with tears, the flame pendant catching the sunlight, the warmth of the grove wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of smoke, the grove a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “She’s gonna set the world on fire.” She wiped a tear from her cheek, her body relaxed, the sunlight casting a golden glow on her face, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared ending.

Lira was already at the gates when we arrived, sword in hand, expression hard. “What is it?” I demanded. No one answered. They didn’t need to. I saw it with my own eyes. A body had been pinned to the outer wall. Not just any body. Mara. One of our scouts. She had been one of the first to pledge herself to me after Damon’s rejection. Young. Loyal. Fierce. She had survived exile, fought through the winter, helped build the stronghold brick by brick. Now her lifeless form dangled from a spear driven through her stomach, her arms splayed wide, her eyes forced open with silver pins.

The sound echoed in the training room, a satisfying crack that resonated with her fury. From behind her, she heard Ken almost clap in approval, and Liam let out a low, amused laugh. Isla felt a rush of empowerment as she stood her ground, her heart racing with adrenaline. “You are a pathetic excuse for a man in this world,” she said, her voice steady and fierce. “It’s fortunate you dumped me, or else I would have lived a life of lies if I had stayed your mate and married you. You’re a bastard, Marvi.” Just then, Ken stepped forward, his hand reaching out to touch Marvi’s neck. Isla watched as Marvi’s expression shifted to something different and serious. She could see the moment his consciou

Jasmine smirked. “Don't ask me about them! They can battle with the devil and come back unscathed. They possess a level of cruelty that could potentially cripple even the devil.” Mari exaggerated with widening eyes. She was speaking about Lila. But she was clever to hide the pronouns which left Jasmine wondering if it was a man or a woman. When Mari asked Jasmine just how far the extent of her husband's mistress's evilness reached, she answered, "You have no idea just how far her cruelty goes. She married my husband's father just to stay closer to him since his parents weren't approving their relationship!"

I narrowed them, trying to make out the strange shape as it grew in size. No, it wasn’t growing. It was getting closer. Before I could scream and alert the others a woman darted out from the palace gardens. An aura of pure fury—of rage more potent than anything I’d ever felt—surrounded her. It licked up her dark skin in wisps of vibrant orange and red, and flared to life within the pits that were her eyes. “Mara is the Goddess of Wrath. Do not let her touch you!” Draco’s voice boomed in my skull so loud that I winced.

Anderson explained. "Because he needs to be by Ayla's side!" I replied and picked up my cell phone. I quickly found Ishtar's phone and started walking towards the meeting room. Ishtar wasn't answering, and each new attempt made me even more nervous, as I had the feeling that perhaps Soren had been kidnapped. Ishtar is a very powerful wizard, and we've never had a problem with her before, a few minor disagreements, but in general, her relationship with vampires, especially with Soren and me, has always been great.

It was even a pair that she didn’t realize was capable of doing so. The screams were not heard from where the person taking the video stood, but it was written all over Mariska’s form. The classy lady was like an animal screaming and crying, hurling words and pieces of her jewelry at Yuri. They were just in front of the Amara faction building. It was even like Mariska was waiting for him to come there. “What’s going on?” Delta frowned.

More like what didn’t she do to us? “It started with the Wolf God Xamnir and his mate, Moon Goddess Tiarin. Marle was an Original Witch, Xamnir’s pack witch, and was in love with him before he met his mate. But it all went downhill for her when Xamnir fell in love with Tiarin,” I start. “He killed Marle for desecrating a law, and burned the entire coven of Original witches, but Marle somehow survived.” Cherie frowns, her brows knitting together in the cutest grimace. “But she said her lover rejected and killed her because he married someone of his stature?” she says, shaking her head. “She twisted the narrative so I would doubt you.”