Mark 5 Chapter Novels & Stories

"It's not up to you. You've already walked right into my hands." Her eyes narrow. "What do you mean?" I put the coin in the middle of the table, where I've already drawn the necessary symbols in white chalk. "The ghoul is in another dimension, and I need the coin to open the portal to get to him, but I also need a sacrifice in order to do that." Evelina's eyes widen in horror. "A sacrifice? You can't be serious." "I am," I say, my voice cold and calculating. "And you're going to be that sacrifice."

Chapter 7— Blind Wolves. Tristan “I've got you!” I barked, catching Mark before he hit the ground completely. His chest heaved, blood pumping out through the deep gash at the side of his torso. His eyes fluttered close, his weight sagged against me. “Stay with me, Mark!” I yelled, shaking him slightly to keep him conscious. “R–rogues,” he choked, managing to open his eyes. I shook my head. “Save your strength.”

"Boy, don't struggle. With your strength as a first-stage marquis, you're no match for me. Don't worry, your death will be quick!" Assassin Five revealed himself, exuding the oppressive aura of a second-stage marquis as he spoke coldly. It was all a test until now, but after a couple of moves, Assassin Five finally showed his true power. Surprisingly, Chase also emanated an equally powerful aura. He was shaking visibly as his own pressure rose. "You... You're also a second-stage marquis? How is this possible?" Assassin Five exclaimed in shock, seeing that their powers were evenly matched.

All eyes turned to her, worried that Elara might blame herself for what was happening to their Alpha. "I'll call a doctor. Luna Elara, stay here, and the rest of you, inform the other pack members about what happened to Alpha Damian, but don't mention that it's because Luna Elara marked him. We don't have solid evidence about this," Calix ordered, and the other pack members left. Meanwhile, Elara tightly held Damian's hand. "Damian..." TO BE CONTINUED

I kept picturing those thick muscled arms of his, the way his shirt stretched across his chest when he leaned over to point at something on the board. Fuck, my stomach was already twitching by just thinking about it. I glanced at the clock again. He should’ve been here by now, I just needed to see him at least. “Guys, I just checked the group chat,” Mark called out from the back row, his voice echoing a little. “Prof Voss isn’t coming today. Something came up. We’re supposed to read chapter seven on our own.” The words hit me like a slap. No, not today.

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Chapter Forty Three (Chrisitan POV) My eyes snap open and I am greeted by the dim light of my room. Laying on my bed I look around. There is my Beta Lex, my parents and Kathy. “What happened?” Lex steps forward “From what Bradlley explained, the Moon Goddess told his Alpha how to reject you with her still having your mark. The mark will fade over time and will disappear fully when you mark someone else.” His eyes dart toward Kathy who smiles softly.

SERIES NAME : BORN BY POWER SEQUEL NAME : UPRISE OF HELL (BOOK 2) CHAPTER 5 : SEEKING THE UNKNOWN This chapter talks about how Pete returned and where he was the whole time when everything was happening on the other side. CHAPTER 5 SEEKING THE UNKNOWN

For a while, we read in silence, the three of us, in the narrow library with the mountain light coming through the single window, and it was strange and warm and nothing like any version of this house I had lived in for six years. "Liam," I said, not looking up from the anchor bloodline text. "Yes," he said. "The Charter text," I said. "Is there a section on the removal of illegal marks?" A pause. "Chapter seven," he said. "I marked the page." He slid the book across. The page was marked with a small strip of paper on which he had written, in his precise handwriting, three relevant subsections. I looked at the notes. Then I looked at Kratavak.