Mars Sign Novels & Stories

You guys are the absolute best. Thank you for being with me on this wonderful journey despite my flaws, less-than-perfect writing, and grammatical errors. Your encouragement fuels my passion and drives me to continue creating. I am immensely grateful for your kindness and support. You all stayed with me to the end, and again, I say thank you. As I move on to new adventures, I carry with me the cherished memories of our time together. I hope Marked by the Moon brought you as much joy and excitement as it did me.

Mars said and gave his business card to Zhu Wushang. [Mars Security Service. 060 74X XXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Emperor Road, Floor 80, Olympus Building] When Aurelia saw Mars's business card she made a face as if she had just seen a monkey giving birth to a dog. It’s the scene that she never thought she would see in her entire life. A God and a God Of War at that. Using a business card and even having his own company!? Are you a God or a salaryman in disguise? Seeing Aurelia's expression, Mars knew that Aurelia was thinking something very rude about him inside her mind.

Marcus said confidently as he always has an eye on Olivia through the CCTV. “Mars listen to me very carefully, the Red moon is coming after 500 years, this is our one-time golden opportunity to reverse the curse on our mom and we can't afford to fail,” He strongly stated “We have to get her back,” he patted Mars's shoulder and tried to motivate him, “What if we fail brother?" Mars frightenedly asked “WE WILL WIN!” Marcus yelled at him "Repeat after me Mars, WE WILL WIN...WE WILL WIN...WE WILL WIN."

I said, terrified. Mariah looked at me, a flicker of concern in her eyes. “You think it’s about the ceremony?” “It has to be,” I whispered. “The Red Moon. The magic. All the packs. It's like… the air is whispering. Like it knows something's going to happen tonight.” She came closer, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You’ve been through so much, Astria. Maybe it’s just nerves.” I opened my mouth to agree, but

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

The space beside me is empty. My heart jumps before I spot him across the room. Mars sits near the window in his wheelchair, the dark blue robe hanging loosely around his body. One hand rests against his bandaged stomach. The other holds his phone tightly to his ear. His back is turned to me. "Keep your voice down," he mutters. There is something strange about his tone. It is too flat. I close my eyes quickly, keeping my breathing slow. Mars speaks again, softly. "How many people have seen it?"

“NASA is planning a mission to go there. I'm working really hard at school so I can be the first kid on Mars.” “That's pretty ambitious,” Ella said with a smile. “I like it. Did you know Mars is red and there's a robot named Curiosity on it right now?” Elliot nodded and gave her a shy smile. “There are actually four rovers on Mars. Their names are Sojourner, Curiosity, Spirit, and Opportunity.” “Wow! Did you know that since it is smaller than Earth, the gravity is less?” Jace asked him. Elliot turned to Jace. His shy smile turned into a real grin. “I heard that you can jump three times as high on Mars as you can on Earth.”

The image on the screen was grainy, but unmistakable. It was a small, red, rectangular piece of plastic. It had four circular nubs on the top. "A toy," Sarah sobbed, burying her face in her hands. Aris didn't answer. He was looking at his own hand, at the plastic pen he held, at the plastic casing of the computer, at the polyester of his lab coat. He felt as if he were standing on a sinking ship, and the ocean was made of things that would never go away. "We're not going to colonize Mars, Sarah," Aris said, his voice flat and dead. "We’re just going home."

A single word, flickering through every console, every satellite, every piece of Mira’s forgotten design: > ASTRA.ROOT

Mara’s voice was bright and teasing, her hands on her hips, her brown eyes glinting with joy, the sunlight illuminating her face, the clearing a sanctuary, the warmth a shared joy. “Jas, you better not cry during this ritual,” Mara teased, her laughter sharp and infectious, her brown eyes sparkling, the flame pendant catching the sunlight, the warmth of the clearing wrapping around her, the air thick with the scent of wildflowers, the clearing a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. “I’ll never let you live it down!” She nudged him with her elbow, her fingers brushing the bead cord on her wrist, the firelight casting a golden glow on her face, the clearing a haven, the warmth a shared unity