Yami Marik Ishtar Novels & Stories

Some packs see the heroine as salvation (they want to find and protect her). Others see her as a weapon (whoever owns her, owns destiny). And some believe she must be destroyed before she fulfills the prophecy. Each pack searched secretly, oblivious of the fact that each one of them had received the same letter from the moon goddess. Among the Silvermark Pack, Beta Rexor stood tall at his Alpha’s side, a wolf of strength and discipline. His mate, Mariseth, carried herself with quiet grace, admired for her loyalty as much as her beauty. Together they had been blessed with two daughters of same age,

"I hate pompous wolves who act all mighty. If it wasn't for me, for I who gave Ethan Summers the ability to drink blood, he wouldn't have been convicted by the nobles, and you wouldn't have gotten the chance to be with your beloved Mariah. So you should be grateful to me, not insulting me." Mariah and Alpha Rain looked at each other, then back at Aramada. I could see the shock written clearly on their faces. "I guess you are surprised that I, Aramada, remember when everyone else has forgotten," she said with a cruel smile. "I don't care," Mariah snarled, stepping out from behind her mate. She looked furious, shaking with rage. "But I want you to take your sorry ass and your puppet and get ou

Finally, I turn to the North, “Istanu, storm winds which split open the land, I summon thee! IM -SI-SA!” I take in a breath and pray that my goddess hears me, “Mummu Tiamat Muallidat Gimrisun. Ummu Ubur Patlqat Kalama. Hear Thy Names. Thalatth-Omoroca-Tauthe-Mummu Tiamat

"The infamous curse herself." I frowned, taking a step back instinctively. "Who the hell are you?" Her laugh was cold and sharp, slicing through the night. "Mara. Former beta of the Salientmoon pack. Banished, thanks to the problems your kind brought." "My kind?" I repeated, my voice steady despite the fear coiling in my stomach. "I don't even know you." "But I know you," Mara snapped, taking another step closer. The wolves at her feet growled low, the muscles across their shoulders bunching in preparation to spring. "You're nothing but a plague to your pack. Everything you touch rots, doesn't it?"

“‘I do” “Your Highness, with due respect, it is not the border and as such you have no grounds here” Mark Logan chief of spiritual cleansing and incantations, stood up before him. Damon knew better, he was not ready to get into politics or tackle power with his half-brothers. Climbing off the black, he walked up to the fragile figure lying on the ground barely clothed, his heart ached just staring at her state, she was covered in bruises of every shape and kind. This made him wonder what type of life she has had to endure in the last 18 years.

"Anyway, Ayla is my family too, and I want to help however I can." "Seems like we’ve got a good group," Marah chirps, getting up and clapping. "Two big, strong men with a great pedigree and an ice babe. And of course, a little witch with a very vengeful side," she continues, her eyes flashing red. "I think we should be able to handle those elemental wolfies, don’t you think?" "Elemental?" Isabella repeats, her eyes growing wide. "We’re going up against elemental wolves? Do you think they could be?"

Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed a familiar symbol, etched behind the ear of his wolf and mirrored as a tattoo on his chest—the mark of his mate's treacherous betrayal, the very wound that had pierced his heart. Desperation surged within Lilith as she whispered to herself, "I promised to bring back his wolf. But how can I bring it back? Only his wolf can save him. And here I am, slowly dying in agonizing pain." She instinctively covered her still-bleeding abdomen with her hands, wincing and gasping as waves of torment coursed through her. Blood stained her trembling fingers, a vivid testament to her suffering.

"What are you talking about? Unmask herself?" The King stated explaining "As you well know my late wife, the Queen, was a hybrid. Half witch. Half Lycan. She was Arya's mother. The witch side, no matter the amount passed down, is always stronger with the next generation. It also allows them to have special abilities as well as being a Lycan. She has quite a few abilities from what we have discovered. Masking her scent is just one of those abilities she has explored. When she left her husband and declared herself rogue her scent didn't actually change to how a normal wolf or Lycans would when becoming rogue. She had to mask her scent and make herself smell like a rogue until her and the baby

She said, a sense of familiarity going almost unnoticed. And still... Alec did not respond. .ALEC. Shock. Shock can mean different things and at the same time, similar things. If my parents coming to meet me so suddenly got me shocked, then this lady standing before me is enough to have the shock freezing every connected veins in me. Mariander was her real name and it was the name of the top female warriors in our pack which meant that the most favored top female warrior in our pack was the one standing before me with her lips curved into a sweet venomous smile.

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…