Mark Kills Thragg Novels & Stories

Her eyes are cold and calculating, as she stretches out the gun towards her prey, it was now or never and she chose now as she raised the gun, aiming it directly at Leia and no one else. "This is where it ends for you, you tramp," she cursed, ready to pull the trigger, however just as she released the trigger, a loud voice yells besides Leia as someone leaps in. "Watch out," he yells when he's met with a loud bang and everyone freezes. Mark has just been shot much to the horror of some and the happiness of some. The culprit could hardly believe her eyes as she was never expecting him to show up, not now of all time as well.

Edna also dazedly couldn't believe what she had just heard, she just pushed James lightly, how could he be so badly injured? Why doesn't he know when he will wake up? Mark is suffering from the information the doctor has just told him but when he remembers who is the cause of this, he gets up and walks in front of Edna, his eyes filled with murderous intent looking at her make Edna shiver in fear, she reflexively backwards. However, Mark reached out and grabbed her neck, causing Edna to panic and hit his hand with both hands. She wanted to call for help but couldn't speak.

"How is that the same? Kaia is my friend. But this Drake? He's not even from our pack! He knows you have a mate, yet he's still pursuing you. He just wants to get you into bed!" At those words, I raised my hand and slapped him. Hard.

Malachor's grip tightened, possessive and unyielding, his thrusts growing wilder, more animalistic. He leaned down, fangs grazing her neck before sinking in deep, marking her flesh with a fresh bite. The pain exploded sharp and hot, blood welling up immediately, trickling warm down her collarbone. Elizabeth cried out, her body arching involuntarily, pussy spasming around his invading cock as he slammed harder in response. His tongue lapped at the wound, tasting her metallic essence while his hips snapped forward without mercy, driving his full girth into her over and over. The bite held her in place, his growl rumbling against her skin as he claimed her completely, possessively.

Strigha's voice rumbled in my chest. Strigha stirred, at first a whisper under my skin, then a roar. Adrenaline shot through me as my heart thumped heavily in my chest. The pattern on my sleeve pulsed and heat flooded my bones. My hands went from numb to iron. I felt Earis’s presence all of a sudden, like the mark was alive again. She was close by, close enough to see me. With one swing the chain snapped, the links tearing free as I threw the length around his neck, hauling him to his knees.

"I don't want to talk about this," Effie Marsh said, hurling her bag onto the couch. Her face was etched with icy detachment, shutting down any chance of further discussion. I rubbed my throbbing temples, bone-tired from the endless back-and-forth. We'd been at each other's throats since clocking out, sparked by the events at the firm's annual gala earlier that day. I couldn't comprehend why she had diminished my hard-earned victories while propping up Kevin Taylor, the fresh-faced newcomer who'd joined the firm only months ago.

"They could have killed us! David’s security team will trace the GPS on your bike. They’ll tell Eleanor! They'll tell the lawyers that I ran away with you!" Mark dismounted in one smooth, powerful motion, holding his leather jacket over his uninjured shoulder as he stepped onto the porch. He didn't look frantic. His expression had settled into an intense, burning seriousness. "They can't trace a single signal to this ridge," Mark said, his voice a low, steady velvet that wrapped around my frayed nerves despite my fury. As though I was spouting words off this earth. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a heavy iron key, and unlocked the cabin door, throwing it open to reveal a dim, quiet in

He moves to the chair across from my desk and sits, his back straight, his eyes unflinching. We need to talk," he says, her voice calm but firm. "Who is this she-wolf you brought into our pack? A rogue? Rick, you know your Parents died in a rogue attack. His words strike like a slap, but I meet his stare straight on. "Yes, I haven't forgotten that. But this is different she's not any rogue. She's my mate." Mark is not only my beta he is my best friend from childhood, that's why he simply addresses me by name.

They were staring at the floor, their shoulders slumped in a posture of defeat that sent a wave of pure ice through his veins. "Mark," Keith choked out, striding toward them. "Where is she?" Mark looked up, his face pale and etched with a sorrow so deep it was terrifying. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Keith saw someone he didn't expect to see. Keith stopped dead. It was him. Mikael Vireaux. His enemy, his rival. Thalia's first love, also, her executioner.

Dave Thompson sat down in the living room of his opulent house, looking disturbed and worried as he angrily slammed his phone on the table—he was heavily disoelws3d from the news he just heard. Mark was just not anyone to their organization, he had a lot of resources and was like a brother to him, so the news reaching him about the death of his friend shook him to the core, but what disturbed him more was how Mark was killed and tossed in the street close to one of their underground business headquarter—he was certain that whoever killed Michael was not just powerful but daring and he was after something that without a doubt had something to do with him as well.