Markus Murphy Novels & Stories

He scoffed in fury. Perhaps my attempted escape exasperated him had gone too far beyond his endurance, before I was able to exonerate for myself, those sharp canines had already been placed on my neck. With just a bit more strength, he would bite into my skin. I was stunned. “You really want to mark her now?” A playful voice came behind Mr. Murphy, put his movement in to a sudden halt. He sucked in a sharp breath before turning his head impatiently to look at the speaker.

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

Some packs see the heroine as salvation (they want to find and protect her). Others see her as a weapon (whoever owns her, owns destiny). And some believe she must be destroyed before she fulfills the prophecy. Each pack searched secretly, oblivious of the fact that each one of them had received the same letter from the moon goddess. Among the Silvermark Pack, Beta Rexor stood tall at his Alpha’s side, a wolf of strength and discipline. His mate, Mariseth, carried herself with quiet grace, admired for her loyalty as much as her beauty. Together they had been blessed with two daughters of same age,

＜ Carrick replied to me before he bid me goodbye. "Michael," I snap out of my thoughts when I suddenly heard my mate's soft voice calling my name. I was so occupied talking with Carrick–my pack tracker, that I almost forgot that I'm with my mate. Until now, the intense rage that I feel for her stepfather has not abated.

Leaving my hands in his to bring him some comfort as I can feel his disappointment and despair. “I am still figuring out what I am, as soon as I know I will let you know. I am sorry for the negative emotions I am providing you.” Shaking his head he releases my hand and pours himself a glass of the brown stuff “No stress, A fella can only hope. I don't own the bar, I just manage it for my maker..” He chuckles, I on the other hand have a big frown on my face. "Listen, Markus, I’ve never traveled outside of the hill I live upon in Scotland, literal hill. Every supernatural being? I met in New Orleans and not on purpose either. Is this city like a supernatural magnet or something?”

Storming into theirs I kneel down out of breath “ Oh goodness are you alright dear?” grams says running over to me “ yeah I’m fine I just had to walk back here because my car wouldn’t start.” “ I wonder if you were a target.” she mumbled “ what?” “ Nothing dear, go to the kitchen and I’ll make some tea.” I do as she says, watching her make tea I couldn’t help but ask “ Have you heard of this ‘king’ rogue who’s built himself a pack back in the US?”

I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian. Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind. Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

“It’s just a matter of time before he does. And when he does… you know where to find me.” I gently touched her shoulder before turning on my heels and leaving her behind, still fuming. “Stay out of my life!” she yelled after me in frustration. ♡♡♡♡♡♡ I strode towards Sebastian and Mr. Marcus, they were observing a contemporary art piece. While Sebastian was quietly doing so, Marcus was speaking animatedly. Marcus was famously tagged as the 'social bully' he looks down and stomps on whoever tries to appear more knowledgeable than he is. He owns one of the largest digital media companies that specialize in audiobooks, podcasts, and E-learning platforms, Sebastian has been in partnership with h

I can't help but hold onto the seatbelt that is keeping me safe ever since we hit the road. The night is still young and cold, as cold as this man beside me. He never spoke nor looked at me after we got out of the club. I could still tell that he is mad but he has calmed down a bit, thank goodness! I don't think I can handle another beast like Cyrus at the moment.