Mark Kills Thragg Novels & Stories

He raised his uninjured hand to strike, but before he could close the distance, the heavy glass front door of the bakery was violently thrown open. A second figure burst into the shop, moving with a terrifying, explosive speed that dwarfed the Blackwood warrior’s movements. It was Mark. The young Silvercrest warrior—the one who had handed Evelyn the key card to the medical gate weeks ago—slammed into the Blackwood rogue like a freight train. The two wolves crashed through the wooden tables, shattering the chairs into splinters as they wrestled on the linoleum floor. Mark’s jaws clamped down on the rogue's throat with a brutal, definitive snap, silencing the threat before the man could even r

Seeing nobody yet, she walked out of the room and down the stairs quickly. Moving down the hallways, she finally found what she was looking for. The hallway with the portraits of the odd creatures. As she looked further at them, she could tell they were different. There were more than six portraits that had different markings on them. She looked down to her mark and sighed. ‘So why does mine have two?’ She thought, then went to leave the hallway. Only, she bounced right off something and stumbled to the floor. As she looked up, she could see her father standing there. He smiled and held his hand out to her.

I had to. “Marcus!” My voice came out rough, like I’d been shouting for hours, even though I hadn’t. He was there in a heartbeat, his tall frame cutting through the shadows, his face set like stone. “We’re following the marks. They lead into the trees. But we’re splitting up—you take half and the rest with me.” He didn’t flinch, just gave a cot nod. “We’ll track her down, Darius. Whatever it takes.” His words were steady, and I clung to them. Marcus was my beta for a reason—he didn’t crack, even when everything else did.

“I’ve got a whole clip of silver with her name on it. Break the link now!” Mark laughed, his shoulders shaking. “You think that I’m the only one after Trinity? You think that if you kill her that it will do anything for this man?” “I don’t care!” She said and cocked her gun, aiming at me. “You’re trying my patience. Cut the link, now.” Mark said nothing for a moment. “I can’t.” “What the fuck do you mean you can’t?” “The hook, as you call it, is too deep now,” Mark said. “One of us will have to die, but you should take solace in the fact that you won’t have to see that.”

The grass by the roadside rustled, and several rogues who had been lurking for a while burst out of the bushes. "Sabrina, watch out!" The rogues lunged at us viciously, and Matteo shielded Sabrina behind him, kicking one rogue away. Another rogue immediately switched targets, thrusting a silver dagger toward me. Trapped in the circle, I could not dodge in time, and the blade plunged deep into my shoulder. The wounded area burned like flames. As blood kept pouring out, my strength gave way, and I fell to the ground. The rescue team arrived quickly, and the rogues fled in panic.

I’d botched the mission the first real one he’d ever trusted me with. I’d pulled the trigger, thinking I’d hit the target, but instead I’d hit someone else. Someone wearing the same jacket. Someone I didn’t know at the time but later, fate had slapped me in the face and revealed it was Missy’s brother. Mark. The guy who now lived in my nightmares. I didn’t stay to explain. Didn’t stay to take the punishment. I ran. The sound of a door slamming downstairs yanked me out of my thoughts. My body tensed before I could stop it. Every muscle in me went rigid, my mind instantly jumping to the worst-case scenario They found me.

Mark drove angrily into his private hanger. The usual meeting spot for his crew. “Boss.” Varga said. As soon as Mark jumped down from his truck. Mark walked passed Varga. “Talk to me.” His voice was deep, and cold. “We have a problem.” Varga said, “it's about your brother. Thompson.” “What about him?” Mark asked, still walking further and faster into the hanger. Varga walked behind him. “Thompson had been meeting with Det. Reeves.”

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

Sage pov The name hit me like a physical blow. Thorne. Frederick Thorne. The corporate rat Mark had just humiliated in the boardroom. He was the real threat, the one who'd exploited the chaos. "Thorne?" I gasped, shoving the filthy drop cloth off the camera lens above us. "Mark, he was only interested in the stock price! Why would he kidnap the captive?" Mark’s fury was instantaneous and terrifying. He slammed Thaddeus Kane against the wall again, ignoring my question. "Where did he take the captive, Kane? The warehouse. The private jet. Talk!"