Connor X Markus Novels & Stories

Someone had sent this man to harm Astoria. My jaw tightened. “Did he confess anything?” I asked, my tone icy. “No,” Vladimir replied. “He barely spoke. Despite being beaten up, he didn’t utter a word.” Of course, he hadn’t. For a moment, I studied him. He must have been the best in his pack. A gamma, by the looks of his stature. The urge to know the mastermind behind sending this man to hunt down and even think of harming what was mine… Before I could finish the thought, I crushed it.

“Move.” “Wait,” I said, staring at a photo of an older wolf with the mark peeking above his collar. Beside him stood a younger man I recognized instantly: Gage. Same eyes. Same rigid posture. The collar hid most of his throat, but I could see the edge of a mark at his jaw. My pulse jumped. “That symbol is everywhere.” “It’s pack ink,” Mason said, pulling me forward. “It’s not just ink,” I muttered. “It’s a label.”

​"Now, Aris!" ​As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet light emanated from her skin, casting an eerie glow across the underside of her jaw. It looked like a living thing, a parasite gorging itself on whatever was left of her spirit. Just like it did with the void.

He knew about it because he was bonded with his destined omega whom he loves so much. "forget about what Gino told you about the whole destined partner thing. No matter what happens I will never want to mark you willingly cause I have a girlfriend who is waiting for me. I already told you about her and my plans on proposing to her so don't even think about doing some kind of tricks on me. What we have is only a physical attraction due to our second genders."

Purpose. I reached for the paper and flattened it beside Kael’s earliest memo on the corkboard behind my desk. My hands were still shaking as I picked up the red marker and drew a hard line between them. One name. One face. One tangled lie. Kael Marell Avenhart. I took a step back, standing side by side with Lucien in the warm, flickering light of the dorm. Our shoulders were nearly brushing against each other, and there was this electric tension in the air that made it hard to focus on anything else.

They were there because the Intel they found had led them straight to that bar. Markus Dane had been able to track one of her captor's guards, using his demon powers and a reliable source of information, to this very bar. They didn't know the man by face yet, but Markus knew he would recognize him once he saw him. Klaus had that faith in his best friend too. Markus's powers had proven reliable and trustworthy over the years. Soon, Markus sighted the man they were searching for on a table across theirs. He knew it was him immediately he stepped into the room, and he made this known to Klaus.

She had a boyfriend in her pack who loved her deeply, but I had not expected the marking ceremony to come so quickly. I could not describe the feeling in my heart, but the documents in front of me gradually blurred. With a soft plop, tears fell and soaked the white paper. In a daze, I heard a familiar voice through Penelope's phone. "I don't want to wait anymore. When you meet the right person, you should hold on to them tight." Alyssa's voice carried laughter, clearly showing how happy she was. After Penelope exchanged a few words with Alyssa, she immediately packed her bags to head to Alyssa's pack.

I strolled in with a wide smile on my face knowing what was going to happen. I looked over the stairs, staring at sixteen men with guns pointing towards our direction. “You know better than to lead us into a trap mister or whatever your name is. This is a cowardly move, using your technology to open up the door.” “I have Connor to thank for those doors by the way. My name's Markus, I suggest you pay respect to it.” He uttered as he raised his hands above his head, that was the signal for his men to drop their weapons. “Good now that you've controlled your dogs, we humans can have a good discussion.”

Mark smiled, the image of her naked in the shower immediately popping into his head, but he wasn't really sure he wanted to talk about her to some random guy who takes whisky in his coffee at eleven in the morning. "So what's the hampden then?" Connor asked as he made his way around the bar to join Mark. "The what?" "The hampden? Hampden roar? Score?" "Sorry," Mark said. "What?" Connor limped over and sat down on the bar stool next to Mark. "What's the score then? Where's the profiles?" "Oh. Here." He opened the binder up and put it between them on the desk. Connor looked at the first one, then ripped it straight out and put it face down on the bar to one side. "Wank."

, Neo adds but his voice is nothing more than a feeble whisper. I took it too far, I can see it in Connor’s eyes, can see it as Neo’s fingers trace our marks. The marks that are red and gleaning like a beacon to call for help. The marks that look like a necklace some half eyed idiot drew on her. I join my brothers on that bed, my hand caressing my mark. The mark that lies between her collarbones while Connor’s mark lies to the right side of her neck and Neo’s lies to the left side of her neck.