John Marston From Red Dead Redemption Novels & Stories

It was named as such because of its apparently enormous body and dangerously sharp mouth. Sir Malieff was one of the more high-positioning regulars of the Red Grace Inn. Supposed to be a respectable from some distant republic, he approached Morante City and carried on with an existence of disengagement in a house close to the motel, refering to his contempt of battle as the fundamental for his leaving his country. He is a man who likes to gather peculiar and unconventional things.

“I drove a silver spike through his hairy chest and watched him burn.” “Good thing you remember,” Descartes nodded. “It may interest you to know that his son, Joharres the second was born shortly after and took hold of his father’s throne. Unfortunately for you, Joharres is not like his father. He is brave, he is strong and he is unnerving.” “So that is why Mork cannot take a pack for me?” Ghost stared at Descartes. “If my strongest captains can’t take one pack down with a hundred men, they are not worthy.”

Jacob answered while shaking his head. "What's important now, man, is that you've realized what you did wrong. So that next time, you won't do it again. Think carefully about the decisions you're going to make." Kaloy even patted Jacob's shoulder as he spoke. ------^^^°^^^------ Meanwhile, while the Ortiz family mourns Marvie's death, Marky suddenly arrives at the camp of the Blue Blood Pack. Everyone was surprised when he arrived and Jomer immediately gave him a strong blow as he was the one who started this mess. He almost wanted to kill him but he couldn't as he somewhat felt pity for him.

Flashbacks of his friend’s face slowly made their way back into my mind, and it was only a matter of seconds before my brain realized what was going on. I recognized his friend’s face because it was the person my dad had shown me in the case files of the murder of his partner and best friend, agent Maddens. The face right in front of me was one of the most important people in the Castillo cartel and he called Marvin his boss. It was the face of Panther. The same Panther whose name I had been mocking. My dad and Alex’s conversations came back to me, and I felt stupid for not putting two and two together. Marvin, my Marvin, was part of the exact family they had been hunting and everything sudd

"Listen, Mark. This body belongs to Marteen Ricardo Leopald, and the man, the young man who is now Marteen and plays the role of Marteen is Dantley Swiftclaw, don't you understand?" Within a moment Mark was transfixed and still where he knelt, and within a moment Mark seemed to understand what Stephen was saying. Whereas, now everything seemed to be clear, but there was still a lingering doubt about the truth. "But Stephen if indeed the Alpha of Pack Redmoon is now the young master of Marteen, what is the reason and why the leader of the werewolf nation has to disguise himself in the mortal world when, Dantley has responsibilities in Pack Redmoon?" asked Mark which made Stephen himself think

I smiled. The doorbell rang again. Marianne smiled and hugged me. She kissed my forehead and quickly went to open the door. I stood up and went to wash my face. I washed my face and I felt like some weight had been lifted off from my chest. I smiled and walked out of the room and saw the second shock of the day; Carlos Micahealis. The opposition lawyer of Marianne's case. "Ah, Hello Ms Morris. Haven't seen you in years. Beguiling as ever, I must say." He said, looking at me with a ravish look from his green eyes.

Mark Garrison asked in fury while glaring at Jate. Jate smiled faintly. "I've seen my fair share of fake liquors, but this is the first time I've come across such an horrible one. Maybe I should call all your dad's over and see what they have to say about you!" Mark Garrison and all his men couldn't help but gasp. It was not because they were frightened, but thought that Jate Woods had taken boasting too far. Mark Garrison laugh heartily. "Our dads are Directors, Chief of Police, and even the Mayor, and you want to call them over? Haha! Go ahead and summon them. You sure have a lot of balls to booast like this! Ha ha ha!"

I picked up the glass of water and sipped it, all the while eying the shaking male in front of me. Andrew Pennington, Martha’s son and our only hope, grabbed the glass of whiskey, gulping it in one go. When Marcus tracked him to a rundown apartment at Vegas, where he lived by taking multiple jobs, I had him flown down here. The guy, now in his early forties, looked like shit. And I assumed his battered coat had seen worse. The bags under his eyes and the five-day beard proved my theory. He could use a drink. That was my first thought when I saw him. The dawn would be on us soon, and the hotel I stayed in had a bar that was serving their customers past midnight. The music had stopped a while

"And I want to be the most powerful being in the universe, anyone who opposes me will be crushed." Alex shook his head. "We will not let that happen," she said. "We will fight you to the end." Fen smiled. "I look forward to it," he said. John, from the fire nation and the midnight Howler clan leader, noticed In the center of the cave, he saw Mark lying on the ground, lifeless. John's eyes widened in shock and tears fell to his eyes. He couldn't believe that Mark was dead. John rushed to Mark's side and knelt beside him. He checked Mark's pulse, but there was none. Mark was truly gone.

Redhead sat back on the opposite side, watching me with a glint of amusement in his eyes. I suddenly stopped fumbling with the candy, giving him a death stare and my signature "what the fuck?!" look, only for his smile to widen. Fucking creep! "Oh please! Go on. I don't want to ruin your fun." He said, pointing to the candy I was unwrapping. Wait till I get my right arm back. " I'm Mark. Second in command and Beta to Alpha Benard." He suddenly said, pushing out his chest and trying to exude some kinda dominance. Ugh! Werewolves sure do take their ranks seriously. I'm literally trying my hardest not to cringe.