Marquess Novels & Stories

Aria on the other hand, sit on the royal chair provided to her. "This is Marqus. It might be weirder than it seems, but we are odd friends. He is the Lighten Prince." Conri introduces Marqus to Aria who is eating the remaining moon drops grapes carnally. She let her eyes explore the physiques of the young man on their side. Marqus has a slim, tall, pale white body. He is currently wearing a green bracae, an animal skin sandalon, and an ordinary thin coat garment. His hair is charmingly straight and grey. It is long to his elbow level. But, what has allured the maiden is the beautiful scar on his left eyelid that looks like caused by a slash wound...

I asked him, then turned around to see him. “Lift your head and know the presence of the gentlemans in front of you,” I told him and he followed my command. “Your majesty, the demon king and Duke Roger Devious,” Minus said. “Long time no see, Marquess… no wonder no one in the demon world knows your whereabouts, it's because you followed Pi,” dad told Minus. “Your majesty,” Marquess Sloven, whom I have known as Minus, said in a low voice.

“Hmph! How dare an ignorant person like him be so rude to Master Nine like that? You’re asking for death! Do you think he’s like Callum Shelman, who’s just a true master of martial arts? He’s the legendary marquis of martial arts!” “What’s a marquis of martial arts, Master Derrick?” The Powells had no idea what was a marquis of martial arts and asked him that question. “A marquis of martial arts is one cultivation level above a true master of martial arts!” Derrick's simple explanation caused a commotion among them. “He's actually a cultivation level above a true master of martial arts. No wonder he’s the marquis of martial arts.” Derrick decided to show off when he heard that, and he channe

Few of the servants— who didn't dare to resign— stood at one side, shivering, afraid of catching his father's attention. Kayden's eyes fell on the Marquis, who leaned against the wall, and his hand held on to a huge bottle of alcohol. He directly took a sip out of it. Judging from his unkempt appearance and unmannerly ways, no one would believe he is a Marquis. His hair was bushy, and who knew how long had it been since he last shaved. Just a glance at him was enough to make Kayden frustrated. As if noticing his arrival, the Marquis sharply gazed at him and, without a second thought, threw the bottle in his hand towards him.

Now the pressure was on, and I was still going to need to find a suitor after all. "Did the meeting with his Majesty not go well?" Marquise asked. I turned to him, noting how worried he looked. His eyebrowns where scruntched together, his eyes, like two pools of endless concern. I weakly smiled at him, trying my best to look strong before them.

So, with a sigh of exasperation, I mutter, “I’m just trying to figure all this out.” “Mer,” Zach murmurs, taking a step towards me. Shaking my head and holding my hands out, I take a step back, needing to keep distance between us. At the action, Zach utters a low growl from deep in his chest, then as if making his mind up about something he had been fighting with himself about, I hear him growl, “fuck it,” before he charges straight toward me with a look of determination now written on his face. Kenton “Do you think that she will be at the mate ball next month?” Maverick asks from across the table, a heaping plate full of steak and eggs in front of him, one that rivals my own.

"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."

Mariko raised her brows and looked at him in disbelief. “And who the hell are you?” Mariko asked, which made John smirk with his brows raised. “I’m John Morris, Marcus’ eldest cousin. And you are?” John asked. John Morris, eldest son of Maxime and Austin Morris. He is Marcus’ eldest cousin and best friend. He’s also a member of Elites, whereas Marcus is a member as well. The ‘Elites’ are a group of the top 5 sons of billionaires in the country. “None of your business.” she coldly said, which made John mouth an ‘oh’.

“Heh, your collar’s even fancier than mine, huh?” Michael rotated his collar around so the lacings were back in the front. Whatever had happened last night, he was grateful he still had it. It wasn’t comfortable to sleep in, but the fact that it was still on had to have something to say about Edwardo’s character, right? He caught Essie’s name tag glinting in the lamp light. “Aww, even your tag has sparkles? Your daddy’s got good taste, doesn’t he?” He flipped the tag to read it. “Princessa Bonita Esperanza… I can see why he calls you Essie. Are you daddy’s little princess?”

The mark of his twin brother; Marvellion Ancienterre. The mark is in a shaped of pegasus king and ercircled by a glowing fullmoon. Impossible! Marvio uttered. The prophecy, ancient eons ago. Does it tells about this prince? Was the prince the true prophecied one? He has the mark of his brother. It could be him.