Mark Kills Thragg Novels & Stories

As for Sigourney, she wasn't particularly surprised that Mark hadn't returned to the corporation all day. After all, that was just his nature: whenever faced with trouble, he would avoid it. But there are matters one cannot simply escape from. He would still have to bear the consequences afterward. That afternoon, after work, Theodore came to pick Sigourney up. She happily threw her arms around him, recounting everything that had happened today, and emphasized: "It seems Mark's downfall is drawing near. One could even call it his retribution."

she says, pulling me into a hug. “And yours?” she says to Roman when she releases me. He isn’t wearing a shirt, so he leans forward giving his mother a closer look at his mark. “Perfect,” she says. I pull my hair into a ponytail and watch as the pack members look at my mark and grin. The feeling in the pack is happy and excited. Roman doesn’t push me as hard in training today, recognizing that I’m a bit sore after all of our activities yesterday and last night. Instead, he works on my form and how to stop giving my opponent ‘tells’ into the moves I’m about to make.

Our marriage was nothing but a human’s signed paper, and that meant nothing to us as wolves, and despite the spark between us; I couldn’t expect him to be mine alone when I was even his mate. “Vivian is my ex lover, and mate” Damien said avoiding my eyes. My own eyes widened in surprise, and I could hear his heart racing against his ribcage as he waited for my reaction. I squeezed his hand in assurance, letting him know that I was willing to listen to what he was going to say “her and I were together a long while before she met Alberto; but I never marked her as mine, and I don’t even know how he managed to mark her as his or when they were got to know one another. But I got home one day aft

Frendo, who had been drowning himself in alcohol since I refused to see him, finally exploded with rage when he learned everything Lily had done. Shifting into his wolf, he tore Lily to pieces. However, just before dying, Lily managed to drive the silver dagger straight into his heart. Their blood soaked the entire floor. George became the Sliver Lake Pack's new Alpha… but it no longer mattered. Without the Stormheim Pack's support, the Sliver Lake Pack once again faded into obscurity. George's title as Alpha became meaningless. The next time I saw him was at Selena's grave. I had gone there to tell Selena that I was about to have my Marking Ceremony.

He didn’t even glance at me. Instead, he removed his jacket and sat down in the center of the room. And then—laughter. Loud. Cruel. Echoing from every corner. “Taryn? Is this really her?” “She used to be so proud and elegant. Look at her now—what a mess.” “I heard her father died, and her pack lost everything. But hey, at least the rogues treated her well.” They circled around me like vultures. I pushed past them, stumbling toward the door.

Caught off guard, Jayce hesitated for a moment, glancing at Morgana, seemingly unsure of how to respond to the sudden interrogation. "At that moment, as I conversed with Morgana about the potential alliance between the two packs, but I found that caitlyn was always went out to see a mysterious man, and even the man left a mark on her neck, so I...", Jayce, clenching his teeth tightly, avoided meeting my eyes while speaking. The room fell into an eerie hush once he finished. Surrounded by piercing gazes, I felt as though those eyes could pierce through my very soul. Anger coursed through me, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably.

she pressed, “the crescent mark… the timing of their arrival… you know what it means.” His head snapped toward her, eyes blazing. “I know nothing until proof is laid before me. I will not endanger this pack with shadows and speculation.” Loretta stepped closer, her voice trembling with both fear and conviction. “She is not Rexor’s child, Dean. You know it as well as I. I saw the way Mariseth treated her, the way Rexor kept silent. That girl bears a mark older than this pack itself. And now, strangers marked with the same crescent roam our borders? This is no coincidence.”

I could hear the blood in my ears. I looked up slowly. I wanted to run. Mark Thorne was standing in the doorway. He had a security badge on his jacket. He looked thinner than before. He had stubble on his jaw and a scar on his cheek.. It was his eyes that scared me. They were wide. Fixed on me. "Mark " I said, my voice barely coming out. He stepped into the room. Let the door close behind him. He did not look at the screens or the fancy decor. He just looked at me. "They told me you were dead El. They said you drowned in the lake. But you are looking like a queen."

I put one in his throat. I dragged the bodies behind the hedge, stripped one for his earpiece and rifle. Inside the earpiece, Russian: “Find the girl. Boss wants her breathing. Everyone else is expendable.” I smiled in the dark. Not tonight. I re-entered through the pool-house tunnel Mark had mentioned, came up behind the last two in the foyer. Mark was on his knees, blood pouring from his shoulder, gun still in hand. The bigger guy had a knife to his throat. I didn’t hesitate.

Craig turned his head away from the laptop screen, he looked at Emir and Brandon in return. “He’s well-known as Mark, a senior private guard with specific skills in targeting, hunting and tracking but also treasuring.” Craig squinted his eyes, seemed surprised and looked at the men. “Please, find out anything associated with him…” Emir writhed his fingers eagerly. “Since the past five years, he’s working as a debt collector in some private financial securities and services.” Craig explained after a few minutes of searching the information on the laptop. Emir sighed and looked away. He was thinking about the possibility.