Mark's Friend Invincible の小説・ストーリー

Draven recognized him instantly. Marko. One of Marvin’s close friends. Draven leaned back in his chair, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Well,” he said coolly, “this night keeps getting interesting.” Marko immediately dropped to one knee. “My Alpha,” he said quickly. “Forgive me for delaying my introduction. I meant no disrespect.” Draven said nothing. The silence pressed heavily on Marko’s shoulders. “I acted under orders,” Marko continued nervously. “From Saxon. He is my cousin.”

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

Adrian exhaled slowly before pulling out a chair and sitting down. "Mark wasn't from our school." Quinn's eyes narrowed. "Then why is he in this picture?" Adrian looked down at the photograph. "Because Victor introduced us." Nobody spoke. The rain continued tapping softly against the windows. "Victor and Mark were friends before college," Adrian explained. "Mark was older than us. A few years older." "How much older?" Damian asked. "Three or four years." Quinn folded her arms. "And somehow this never came up?"

He wasn't just a servant; he was a specimen under a microscope. Morning brought no relief. Eleni Markos arrived before the sun had fully cleared the horizon, two other servants in tow. They didn't bring the rough wool of a footman’s uniform. Instead, they draped a shimmering length of cerulean silk over the chair. It was thin—dangerously thin—designed to cling to every line of the body, with a deep, draped neckline that left most of his chest exposed and sleeves that fastened with gold chains at the wrists.

"My sweet sweet Vicky; my courageous Victoria. You are the strongest woman I know and the bravest, in battle and in life. And you will overcome this. If anyone can defeat the Predators and Blood Hunters, it's you. And in terms of your bond, I will give you a word of advice; and you need to listen to this and listen to it good: Life is shit and we have an extended amount of it. Don't waste it dwelling on the past." I nodded and sniffed. Markus took his thumbs and wiped the running mascara from underneath my eyes. "There," he said gently. "Much better." I gave him a weak smile. "Thank you, Markus." Markus pulled me into one more giant hug, and tigthened it with a squeeze. "You'll be alright, k

He could feel the stares at him, but it all followed with cheers and applause. “We are proud of you my alpha '' Mark says, walking down and hugging his best friend. Mckenny couldn't ask for a better friend. Mark has been there through thick and thin and seeing his support through everything makes him want to tear up but he holds them back like a man. The celebrations went ahead with Chimere stealing the spotlight. Everyone wanted to get a hold of her, she was not only the cutest, but her eyes and amazing hair were captivating. “What did you tell them? How has it been alone?” Mckenny asks Mark as soon as they are in the company of the shimmering moon and silent trees off the east of the pack

I turned around and saw the Alpha Mark of Storm Pack heading towards us. Mark was very dangerous, he had a huge scar on his face from the nail Elijah had given him. Elijah and Mark's animosity goes back a long way. Don't know what is going to happen now. Mark came over to me and said, "Amber, it's so nice to meet you. You still look like a nymph." Mark lovingly caressed my face and his dirty eyes were on my body. Elijah angrily said, "If I even touch amber, I will kill you."

I took a small mirror and scrutinized the inconspicuous mark. "Right, and it's even more likely since you have half-werewolf genes in your own body," Leona suddenly exclaimed, her excitement evident as she subconsciously ran her hand over my mark. "And it appears as if you've awakened the ability to heal, which is a relatively rare skill in the werewolf world. Caitlyn, I have to admit, you're lucky." Just as Leona's words left her mouth, the marking on my neck suddenly glowed brightly, erupting in a shocking burst of purple light that burned so intensely it sent me sprawling onto my back with a groan of pain.

She was broken but still trying to act brave and I've never seen a person like her. "I Freya Allan reject you Lain navier edevane as my mate." Her words didn't falter and she was more stupid than I thought if she assumed that this would cause me any harm. A wicked smirk curved my lips when I saw her fighting the pain she brought upon herself by rejecting the mate bond. "I Alpha Lain navier edevane of the moon raiders pack, accept your rejection." The pain was something I've never felt before but I was going to come out of it stronger and a mere woman's rejection won't get in my way.

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i