Mark X Allen Novels & Stories

Accenting the walls perfectly. Once the man stopped in front of a picture, the girl looked up at it. His face seemed to register in her mind. Though only for a moment. 5 year old Cordovia rummaging through her mothers ‘other’ labeled box. She pulled out a picture of a man holding a little baby. His face was slender and calm looking. His hair was a dark brown color, almost black looking. And his eyes, they were a medium green. And he was quite tall looking in the picture. As she flipped it around, she read ‘Marco Briarwood - age 34; with Cordovia 1 week.’ Her eyes darted to the man standing next to her, she then asked softly and with caution “Dad?” With a smile, he turned to look at her, ligh

Even those who did not understand the weight of it felt its power. Alpha Dean’s jaw tightened. “The chosen one,” he muttered, voice low, reverent. “The mark that the packs have sought for generations.” The princes exchanged wide-eyed glances. Silas whispered, “It’s real…” while Cassian muttered, “Impossible.” But Loretta was weeping now, her elegant mask shattered. “My daughter,” she whispered, though her words trembled with uncertainty. “My lost child bore this mark too. But hers… hers was faint, so faint I feared it meant nothing. Yet here you stand, with the crescent burning bold upon your skin…”

Mark takes up the microphone, and it honks out a loud, shrill BEEEEEEEPPPPP. “Testing, testing,” he says into it. The room quiets. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight is one of the most special Halloween parties we’ll ever have,” he announces. “We’re celebrating Damion’s 21st birthday — and one hell of a season.” Our eyes meet. I grin. He drops his hand with the mike to his chest as if thinking what to say next. Mark was one of the best racers of his time, and now he’s probably the best manager/coach out there.

And I was too polite to turn him down. Two chairs away. That's how close to Gideon I was. If we both stretched out an arm, we could hold each other. I passed Doctor Carver a smile and slid into the chair, accidentally glancing in Gideon's direction as I did so. His eyes were slightly narrowed on me but his expression was unreadable. The room began to grow a little too hot. "We went through all the resources you provided and found out that the mark was linked to wolves who once occupied the Great Plains of Talamar," Doctor Carver began and went on to narrate what he had told me the previous night.

"Wait. Since someone reported this, please test everyone and provide written proof of results. Most here are renowned jewelry designers. I'm worried unclear rumors could affect the exhibition." Her explanation was reasonable. Unlike Annie who'd immediately turned on her colleagues, Renee appeared calm and considerate. Others looked at her approvingly. Two officers stayed to conduct tests. The results were clear - only Mark's was positive. With proof, Annie couldn't spread rumors later. Just then, an officer rushed in. "We found him." Everyone followed to the back door by the river. Mark lay on the shore, barely alive and unconscious. His body was covered in surgical cuts, each precisely avoi

Elias, however, couldn’t help but stare at him in astonishment. “You… just who are you? No ordinary butler could pull off what you just did,” Elias said, his tone a mix of awe and suspicion. Marcellus let out a low chuckle and patted Mark’s shoulder. “Mark was a former Special Forces captain. He’s been with me for years. Do you think I’d come here with just the three of us otherwise?” Elias fell silent, his gaze lingering on Mark with newfound respect, marveling at the hidden depths of the unassuming butler.

"Terren isn't just scavenging. He’s organizing. He has a benefactor." "A benefactor, or a miracle?" General Kael interrupted, his voice dripping with a skepticism that had been festering for weeks. He was one of the Silver Pack’s oldest warriors, a man who believed in tradition over prophecy. "We are discussing a man who was stripped of his mark. A man who should be rotting in the dirt. Instead, he marches with the strength of a hundred Alphas. Some say it is because the White Wolf’s power is unstable—that your rise has tilted the scales of nature, Luna."

Drake takes me for a drive and we ended up going to the river bank, the brunt house the place Alyssa died. I stepped out of his car and sat on it. My back was placed on the car's wind shield and Drake followed. We stared at the sky and I turned seeing his mind was preoccupied. "Elijah, you okay?" I placed my hand on his shoulders. He smiled, "yes, I'm fine just exhausted, it's been one hectic day in college. "Tell me about it," I concur with him. I know it's been one hard day but I feel, what happened to Mara had him unsettled, he was a little distant than usual.