Mark Mina Novels & Stories

"Maria, what's the power rate of 15?” She said; I take my hand down, I look at my table, there wasn't anything all except for my textbook I was supposed to open; Mrs. Ella walk to her chair; Candy makes some odd glances at Mrs. Ella, somewhere fun, I almost laughed, I face Mrs. Ella by her chair; she held a marker pen in her hand. "Tell me Maria;" She asks; as she walks to the board; I try to make use of my phone; Muna saw that from her table, she walk to my chair, she seized my phone, and called back Mrs. Ella attention over to me.

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Mark added and he laughed because it's true. ****** ****

I said, inching closer to the spot close to him, at the same time, trying my best to avoid Shawn's eyes. “Marcus.” He offered his hand casually. “One of the pack’s betas.” I shook it, surprised by the warmth of his grip. He smiled again, wider this time, one of his cheeks dented with a dimple. His eyes flicked briefly between Shawn and I, like someone who just noticed something. Whatever he noticed, made his grin falter just slightly. Not disappearing, just… adjusting. That's when I look at Shawn, his face masked in a scowl. He didn't say anything or do anything, but the air became a bit stuffy, even though we stood in the well ventilated hallway with tall, open windows.

In the photo, the man’s hand was scarred from battle, his fingers long and dominant as they held my pale wrist. But the focal point was undeniable: the black-gold signet ring on his thumb, carved with the roaring head of a wolf. The symbol of the Northern Overlord. I didn't block anyone. I posted it directly to my public feed. The caption was simple, brutal, and provocative: [This Alpha mate is much better. #Upgrade ]

Their voices overlapped in a chorus that made his bones vibrate. “Do you even know what you’re fighting for?” Evelyn’s voice asked, calm, kind, cruel. “You think destruction ends here? You think the mark makes you different?” Kael pushed to his feet, muscles screaming. “I know what I’m fighting for.” He reached for his sword, but the Warden’s shadow struck first. Tendrils lashed across the ground, slicing deep gouges into the earth. Kael rolled aside, barely dodging one before another caught his shoulder. He felt the mark surge again, burning through the wound, sealing it before blood could fall.

Tiana replied sweetly. “Then you must be obsessed with me.” “Unfortunately.” Elani leaned into Ryan’s side with a grin. “You two are going to raise the loudest pups.” Ryan chuckled. “Or the sassiest.” “We aim for excellence,” Bryer said. Just then, the front door creaked open. Zyon stepped in, sweat-drenched from training, hair a little tousled, shirt clinging to his frame. He stopped in his tracks, eyeing the cozy mess in front of him. His gaze landed directly on Ryan’s arm still around Elani’s waist.

Despite his age, you could tell he had been a head turner in his prime. The hall fell silent at the sound of his voice. Students scrambled to sit down. The man climbed the podium, his gaze fixed on the students, waiting for them to settle. He looked stern. He picked up a marker from the table. “ My name is Gabriel Walker. Your music composing lecturer,” he said, writing neatly on the board.

She looked at the Grand Luna, then at the North Buyer, her eyes wide and wild. ​"You can't sell her," Elena rasped, her voice cracking. "Because if you do, I’ll tell them what Julian really told me before he died. I'll tell them the truth about why the Mark is actually here.” “Excuse me,” Silas growled from his seat. He looked around before his eyes settled back at the Grand Luna. “Who is that?" "She's a maid.” Cassian replied before anyone could stop him. The Grand Luna furrowed her brows and stared at her son with much distaste.”