Mark Reyes Novels & Stories

I vault over the bar. I hit the floor running. I don't know where I'm going, I just know I can't be trapped in a box. The air is thick with smoke and the acrid sting of gunpowder. It burns my throat. I see Markos near the overturned pool table. He’s fighting two Reapers at once. He’s using his empty rifle as a club, swinging it wildly. He looks terrified. He’s a kid. A kid who brought me sandwiches and guarded my door.

Reyes nodded, a look of utter anguish sweeping over his dark, scarred features. "I can fix it, nena," he said, his voice raw. He went to his knees in front of her and took her hand in his, pressing his lips against the back, touching the mark. "Fuck, Casey, for the first time in my life I feel shame. Shame because when I first saw this mark, all I could think was that I wanted to twist it, to take it for my own. To burn this beautiful flesh with my own mark." She saw that shame deep in his soul as fury burned in his dark eyes. He looked at her from the floor, a position of significance for a man like him to take in front of a woman. "That I could ever harm my woman so brutally, strike her lo

“You might want to choose your undercover agents a little better next time. Little Miss Maxy over there left plenty of clues about the mission. She kept a journal.” Maxine’s face paled when I said that. The loud thumping of her heart gave me all of the proof that I needed to know that the dream was anything but a dream. “You should really not leave shit like that laying around. You also shouldn’t leave an entire villain monologue in a journal. Josef Reyes, originally from Chihuahua, it warms my heart that you spent sixteen years tracking me down.” His head whipped to the side. The fury pouring off of him made her flinch and shrink back.

Markus’s hold on me tightens until it turns almost painful, I wince from the impact. “Josh Mahoney” he extends his hand for Markus to take but Markus just glares at him and his out stretched arm, I give him a little push and reluctantly he shakes Josh’s hand “Markus Espinoza” Mark says in his all-business tone that always scared the shit out of me. Josh’s eyes widen the slightest bit when he recognizes who the man in front of him is and I smirk triumphantly, they stare at each other for so long, from outside looking on the inside it looks like it’s some kind of staring contest which either of them refuses to lose.

“Shut the fuck up, Max. It wasn't a mistake. I desired her. I fucking wanted her. And I had the best time of my life with her.” “Then why aren't you with her? Eh?” Max pushed more. I could sense he wanted to bring out a word from Liam. But Liam had no idea about it. “She is mad at me,” Liam calmly stated. “And why is that?” I questioned. “I marked her without seeking her permission.” “You what?” Max and I exclaimed in unison. “Yeah, I fucking did. I want her. I want to claim her and make her mine. I don’t care about the pack standard between an Omega and a Gamma. I find peace and happiness in her. And that’s what matters to me.”

he smiled widely. The only thing I got from that was that the tall piece of man meat was going to be staying with us and I've just been dumped, it's the best thing that could ever happen, I mean, just imagine waking up and walking into the bathroom to see him, shirtless, towel wrapped around his waist, exposing his v-line a little, the messy wet hair and the water sliding down his body. "Go say hi." Jonathan said, pulling me from my thoughts. My mum had already left and he was looking straight at me and him, "Okay." I said and began walking towards him, "Hi," I extended my arm, "I'm Jade."

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.

There is also a white oak stake stuck in his heart and just like what happened to Fabian earlier when Lincoln and I caught him lying on the floor and unconscious with a white oak stake stuck on his heart, the veins of this man are also visible all over his body, it’s like it’s popping out of his skin. "It's them, they're our brothers. This is Guzman and that's Polo. I can't believe our mother's not playing with us, it's been decades since the last time I saw them." Fabian said and it looks like he was still in disbelief as he stared at our brothers lying in the coffins.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

From the courthouse press liaison, someone Marion had introduced us to only that morning. You need to see this. Reyes just gave an interview outside the courthouse twenty minutes ago. It’s already live. I clicked the link with hands that had only just stopped shaking, and watched Marcus Reyes’s face fill my screen, calm, composed, speaking directly into a reporter’s microphone. “I have nothing left to lose,” he was saying. “Which means I have nothing left to hide either.”