Mark Kills Thragg Novels & Stories

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.

But it didn’t. I walked back, biting the inside of my cheek so hard I could taste blood. I told myself not to cry. I was used to this. I was used to being nothing. Still, something inside me cracked. Mark sauntered up confidently. He stepped into the pool, held up a silver chain, and before the orb could even rise, a red light burst around him. Fire. He smirked and turned to the crowd. “That’s how it’s done.” Then he turned to me. “Take a good look, half-breed. This is probably the last place you’ll ever see before you’re kicked out.”

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.

His jaw tightened as if contemplating something dangerous. "The Moonmark," he said finally. "It’s real. And you’re the key." Sena felt a chill run down her spine, but it wasn’t from fear—it was from something deeper, something more instinctual. The Moonmark. She had heard the legends, of course, the stories passed down through whispers in the dark. The mark of the Goddess, the symbol of power, of leadership. But she had always thought it was just a myth. An old tale told to keep the Mute Wolves in line, to remind them of their place.

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.

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."