Yami Marik Ishtar Novels & Stories

She had said she would have a think about it. Her job as the head warrior was something everyone was excited about. The Ahmar Qamar pack fighting style was one of the best and the fact that Mama Mari was the last remaining member who was trained in it was something that Rayhan said was something to think about. How she needed to pass it on, and although she had said that she would teach it to her grandchildren, she had also agreed to train the pack.

Mara is a white witch, one of the strongest witches with white magic. "Why are they fighting?" Was the question on Damon's mind. And then after the fight, he left.

A young man the name Marik who was standing in the front reached out and grabbed hold of Miren's hand. He flashed a cheery smile and enthusiastically introduced himself. "Hi, my name is Marik Doaeen, nice to meet you." With a piercingly cold gaze, Miren looked down at the hand that was holding her wrist. With lightning speed, she pushed Marik's hand away and took a few steps backward. She gazed at Marik and his friends for a few moments, as if she wanted to capture the faces of each of them.

Her Marina. THE END

I thought he was obsessed with her that was why he tried to mark her forcibly. "You don't know", Vienna said. "But Fiama has a boon that's only helpful to her mate, not to her" I couldn't understand what they were saying. "What?", I exclaimed. "You're immortal now, Jay", Vienna's words almost forced my jaw to drop in distrust. Immortal? How could I be immortal? "Immortal? How?", I exclaimed. "The one who would mark Fiama the very first time would be immortal. That was her boon. And also, only she could kill that person. Now, at this moment, there's no one who exists on this earth who can kill you, Jay. But she can"

he asked smiling. "No how did I get so lucky? I'm blessed by the gods to have you as husband" she responded "I'll have to get ready for the meeting, with kamur and the king Amir" he informed Cara "He seems like an arrogant man, I wonder how my friend puts up with him" Cara said wearing a frown "Who?" He asked "Amir" she answered "Please my wife, you do not speak ill against the royal house, it's forbidden" Fatu warned her

hear someone say from the other end of the table. Almost every girl is looking, but it was her gaze that was the most frightening. If I remember correctly, Zariah told me her name was Mareli, from the Passion Pack. her hair is a fiery red - not orange - that commands the attention in the room by itself. Her expression is hostile "Nah, just Fate," Brynn replies carelessly. Is a fight about to start here? Mareli narrows her eyes. "I seriously think it's cheating that you got to see Malik before anyone else. Especially since you broke the rules...Do you really think Malik is going to want a Luna who doesn't do what she's told?"

Julie’s concerned frown matched my own, but we didn’t push the subject ‘Ladies, will you be joining our group today?’ Marshall called out, sending a shiver down my spine. ‘It’s okay Marshall’ Lyosha called jogging our way, ‘I’ll be taking them for the day, there are things I promised Sasha I’d show Avery here.’ At the mention of Sasha’s name Marshall took a step back. Lyosha gave him a wink and snaked his arms around both of our shoulders leading us to our room. I looked over at Julie and when she didn’t meet my gaze I felt completely betrayed.

I wouldn't be able to handle seeing that hatred look upon her face on a daily basis. Walking up the last flight of stairs I made it to the balcony. Stopping dead in my tracks when my eyes landed on Marìa. Wearing her pajamas she looked mesmerising as she lay on the sofa by the lit fire. She was deep in thought gazing up at the stars. She loves star gazing. I could never understand how she could gaze for hours at them. In these moments Her face is so angelic to watch, that's the only reason I ever came to stargazer with her in the past.

Both Mira and Darius caught the reaction instantly. Mira stepped closer, her pulse hammering against the mark on her wrist. “You know that name.” Marek’s jaw tightened until the muscle jumped. For once, the rogue looked less angry than haunted by ghosts he had tried to outrun for decades. “Liora Vale was the first woman I heard scream under the Moon Rite,” he said, his voice barely audible. Mira’s blood turned cold. Marek’s gaze dropped to her wrist, where the closed-circle mark pulsed in rhythm with her terror.