Mark Eddsworld Novels & Stories

"You are a werewolf Bree and have been marked by a monster who your mate.. Hey guys don't forget to like. The next chapter has been uploaded on d****e @davi's story place on d****e. Bye for now

Mark does not understand. "That's because you can't play with a woman," An Adam detractors. "I remember Mom," Mark replied quickly. "The crazy woman who left us with a psychopath isn't worth calling a mother." "And now you're following a Psychopath," Mark replied with a smile. Adam sighed, arguing with Mark is useless to the man has no venomous mouths, Mark is a CEO, of all Delio families, Mark Delio is the most in normal and sunny life, far from dark words.

Only freaks would be friends with someone like Kendrick. Otto entered the bedroom when he heard the door outside close. He stopped in his tracks and furrowed his brows. He had heard countless stories of Mark Miller, the Principal of Emerald Group, but this was their first time meeting each other. Mark was like what the rumors said—utterly terrifying. Kendrick's hostility was written on his face, while Mark's hostility was deep down in his bones, oozing from every pore of his body. Yet, somehow, the moment Otto had seen Mark, he had felt a sense of familiarity. It was creepy!

He said and I smiled widely at him, wondering if my husband was manipulating him. "My name is Mr. Joshua; people call me Josh for short; I’m the co-founder of ED Company; nice to meet you." He said this while extending his hand to me, and I took his hand and shook it. "Mr. Joshua, I'm sorry for asking, but what's the meaning of ED?" I stated unequivocally. "ED is an abbreviation for Eliminate Demons," he explained, and I gasped. "Are you okay?" he asked. "Our goal is to capture demons and destroy them; they don’t belong on earth." He said making me clench my fist.

Despite his age, you could tell he had been a head turner in his prime. The hall fell silent at the sound of his voice. Students scrambled to sit down. The man climbed the podium, his gaze fixed on the students, waiting for them to settle. He looked stern. He picked up a marker from the table. “ My name is Gabriel Walker. Your music composing lecturer,” he said, writing neatly on the board.

“Caldwell.” “Yes.” “Your father is David Caldwell.” “Yes.” “He knew Edmund Dane.” “Peripherally. They were on the same faculty committee for two years. That’s the extent of it as far as I know.” Mark looked at her. “That’s the extent of what you know,” he said carefully. She stilled. “What does that mean?” He was quiet. Looking at her in a way that had something specific in it, not cruelty, not drama. More like a person deciding how much to open a door that couldn’t be closed again once opened.

“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.”

He didn't say anything or do anything, but the air became a bit stuffy, even though we stood in the well ventilated hallway with tall, open windows. “Well,” Marcus said lightly, taking his hand back from mine, and clearing his throat. “I should probably get those patrol orders moving.” He glanced at Shawn. “Alpha.” Shawn gave a curt nod. Marcus shot me one last friendly smile before backing away down the hallway. “Nice meeting you, Eva.” he winked politely, his dimple still visible from the distance. Then he was gone. The hallway suddenly felt far too quiet with only Shawn and I in it. We stood there facing each other. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.

Their voices overlapped in a chorus that made his bones vibrate. “Do you even know what you’re fighting for?” Evelyn’s voice asked, calm, kind, cruel. “You think destruction ends here? You think the mark makes you different?” Kael pushed to his feet, muscles screaming. “I know what I’m fighting for.” He reached for his sword, but the Warden’s shadow struck first. Tendrils lashed across the ground, slicing deep gouges into the earth. Kael rolled aside, barely dodging one before another caught his shoulder. He felt the mark surge again, burning through the wound, sealing it before blood could fall.

Sure enough, buried among a stack of completed emails was my application to leave the pack. His signature was right there, plain as day. The date was the same day we ran into each other at the pack administration office. That day, all of Marcus's attention had been on Clara. He hadn't even bothered to ask why I had come to the administration office in the first place. Thinking back to the sudden, unexplained tightness in his chest a few days earlier, he finally understood. That had been the moment the mate bond was severed. Cold sweat instantly broke out across Marcus's forehead.