Woman From Mars Romane & Geschichten

Everything had changed so abruptly, yet it was still too surreal. Surprisingly, there was a woman with Phoenix. Her arm was bound in a splint. She seemed to be saying something to the vampire, though Phoenix remained passive and merely stared at her like some kind of insect. I drew closer, hearing only snippets of the woman’s words. She was quick to notice my arrival. She was the woman from yesterday—Anna, the rescued woman. “Hello,” I greeted her with a genuine smile. I felt relieved seeing how much better she looked compared to the day before.

A knock came at exactly seven. Not loud. Not hesitant. Controlled. A woman entered without waiting for my response. Mid-thirties. Sharp eyes. Neutral expression. She carried a tablet and wore clothes that didn’t belong to staff or guards. “I’m Mara,” she said. “I’m here to help you adjust.” “Adjust to what?” I asked. She smiled politely. “The truth.” I scoffed. “That sounds like a threat.” “It’s not,” she replied. “It’s a warning.”

Space itself welcomed the newcomer. Nova stared upward. And forgot how to breathe. A woman stepped through the opening. She looked young. Far younger than Origin. Long silver hair flowed behind her. Her eyes contained entire constellations. Her dress appeared woven from moonlight itself. Yet her appearance wasn't what stunned everyone. It was her presence. The universe loved her. Nova could feel it. Stars brightened around her. Reality bent toward her. Even the newborn Witnesses seemed drawn to her existence. The woman smiled. And existence smiled back.

"What?" "You know exactly what you did." The woman's voice was filled with anger and pain. Lena immediately stepped forward to defend her friend. "Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" But before Lena could get closer, Skye reached out and grabbed her arm and looked back at the strange woman standing in front of her. "Who are you?" The question only seemed to make the woman's anger grow. "You don't even know who I am?" The woman laughed bitterly. "Of course. Why would you remember me?" She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. "My name is Mara Vogel."

Back on Earth she would be lucky to get even one person to appreciate her. “It will be ‘all’,” She said defiantly. “But you’ve got to make me want it. Are you man enough to do that, Martian?” “Ah, the infamous North American spunk that I heard so much about.” He rubbed his jaw. “I thought they stopped making women like that a century ago.” “Well, I broke the mould.” She sneered. “And now I am here on Mars to set a new one.” “We shall see, wont we?” He rubbed his hands gleefully.

She released it and it broke apart into nothing. Shea took a step forward when she heard Martha scream. The mystery woman was the first inside the house, the others chasing after her. In the hallway, they found Martha unconscious. Marx burst through the door of Lochlan's room to see the woman in the cloak floating over his body, her face down to his. "Your friend... is gone." Then, so was she. ***

This woman truly is remarkable. She finishes her statement moving her chair back, the slightly muffled sounds from her shuffling around echoes through the mic, was the only noise to be heard. And that’s how Atlas Winters makes the world bow to her. This woman is a witch. Smiling, I nudge Jon beside me who’s gone completely silent, and his gaze settles on me, his mouth agape in shock. “Close your mouth and stop gapping at my woman.” I say glaring at him. “What was that?!”

Larissa patted her at the back. The lecturer walked in after some moments as the noise in the hall room died down. He started teaching immediately, passing the necessary information that was needed to them before a student rushed into the room, heavily panting. “Stop! What do you want!” The man yelled out. “I was asked..” “Don’t worry. I can get her myself.” An old woman walked in with a stick in her right arm. Everyone attention turned to the woman who does not look like she made a mistake walking in. She was in a loose yellow shirt and matched it up with a black jeans. Some necklace hung around her neck freely as her glass sat heavily in her face.

I immediately cored it open and poured some for myself. "You know you have a lot of nerves sitting and laughing in front of the woman whose home you destroyed and whose husband you're going to marry." I said with an emotionless voice and smirked when I noticed how stiff she had become. She bent her head for a while and I lifted my drink to my lips with a smile on my face. "I am not the one who the one who would be getting married to Ryan!" she yelled in annoyance drowning the whispering noise in the restaurant and I choked on my drink.