Mark Kills Thragg Novels & Stories

he said sarcastically as he took his drink to his mouth again. " Who says nothing happened? " You said it yourself. Did it or didn't it? Marcos had two weaknesses: The first was women and the second was his curiosity. He was not a gossipmonger, but he liked to keep himself informed because having information meant having power. "She kissed me. - He took his drink to his mouth. " So that's something," he insinuated. " It might have been if she hadn't called me Elijah," he said, with a certain frustration in his words.

Well, he thought to himself there was another thing to add to the books. He knew he needed to get her out of there and fast before they saw her face because once they do, she will be in danger. They wouldn’t stop until she was dead. This is not how he wanted this to happen. He took his palm and put it on her chest to mark her as his. Any other hunter would recognize this mark and maybe it would make it easier to find her. He felt selfish marking her like this because she had no idea what it would mean for either of them.

It seems like Drex was holding back. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "Well while checking the dead body we found something." I narrowed my eyes on him. "What did you find?" He turned to look back at the dead body and met my gaze. "T.D were marked on her cheek." I frowned, scoffing in annoyance. The dark tide was back.

“Your father betrayed him, too. Took what wasn’t his.” I stared at the drive like it was a bomb. Maybe it was. Thiago had always been a mystery, a man drowning in power and shadows. But if what Victor said was true… then I had something that could shatter everything. “Extraction team’s 90 seconds out,” Marcus’s voice came through. I turned to Victor. “Why now? Why betray Blood Mark?” He looked tired. Old. “Because I’ve already buried enough friends. And I’d rather die on your side.”

"Too bad your pack is so pathetic. The resources they could provide were barely worth mentioning." The disgust in his gaze deepened. "Since we're on the subject, let me make this clear. Even if you become my mate, you have no right to interfere with pack affairs! "You need to understand exactly what you traded to get where you are today! If you displease me, I'll sever the bond at any time and make you a pack slave!" Leo's words sent ice through my veins. "If you're this reluctant, Alpha Leo, then let's cancel the marking ceremony."

he hesitated “—a scheduled email draft in her account. It’s not sent. It’s timed. If she doesn’t cancel, it goes out.” My wolf stirred. Not fear. Interest. “A dead-man switch,” I said. Jory nodded. “It’s addressed to multiple outlets and a lawyer. Subject line is ‘If I’m missing.’ Attachment mentions names: Doyle, Crowe—and something about a mark.” I kept my expression calm while my gut tightened. So Mara can blow up the entire pack, me, not just Gage. Hunters. Police. Media. The council’s secrecy becomes a bonfire. Which means she’s not just a witness.

But he didn’t stop, and the twinkle in his eyes was a sign that he wouldn’t. “The obstacles were many. Mark Harrington, Killian Reid, your husband…” He paused, a predatory smirk curving his lips. “Mark was an easy target. Killian Reid was quite a challenge. But, Greg Stanton is such a loser, right?” Kiara forced a smile despite wanting to wipe the smile off his face. Aaron wasn’t just dangerous. He was more cunning than she’d thought. How did Mark get into this? He didn’t have a hand in his downfall, did he?

Its surface rippled like water disturbed by an unseen hand. “…and so it shall again.” The whisper licked across her skin. A shiver raced down her spine. She pressed her palm to her stomach, instinctively protective—and gasped. Beneath her hand, something flared. Not the gentle warmth of life she had come to know, but a sudden, searing heat that cut through her like a blade of light. “Kilian…” she whispered, voice trembling. The mark appeared as if drawn by invisible fire—thin lines of silver and black tracing across her skin in a shape she could not yet understand. A crescent, yes, but shadowed. Imperfect. The light and dark interlocked like two halves of a wound.

“Mark Jones. You know him, don’t you? He once was a thug working under Luther too, but he suddenly went missing, and that’s around the time Luther stopped forcing you to earn money for him—” I could not listen anymore and shook my head rapidly. “Stop! Please stop talking! I’ll confess, alright?” But Captain Zimmer ignored my pleas and continued, “At the same time Mark disappeared, Luther’s driver went missing too. Luther has already admitted that Mark killed his driver.