Marquess Novels & Stories

“Perhaps Moonspire grew tired of her whining and sent her back to the woods where she belongs.” Rexor dropped the sealed letter on the table between them. “Read.” Their laughter faltered. Ravena snatched it up, eyes scanning, and her face paled. “No…” she whispered. Then, louder, trembling with fury: “No! This cannot be!” Mariseth leaned over her daughter’s shoulder, her sharp intake of breath betraying shock. The crescent seal stared back at them like an accusation. “She bears the mark of the Chosen One,” Rexor said, his voice flat, drained.

Dominating the small mines and using all kinds of method to grew even more richer. I heard this guy is also involved in the black market so there's really no need for me to be acquainted to him but it's still good for me to have a good impression from his point of view because after all, he is a someone who have a lot of connections and have a high position as well. He's a marquess, the third hifgest position in the empire So let's bare with this guy. And so, I smiled brightly. "Thank you! Well then, I'm going to go greet some of the nobles" I said. I don't really have a plan of talking with this greedy guy for a long time because he's not a really necessary p

“How did you get this?” “I’ve…always had it,” I said breathlessly, my excitement growing. “This is the mark of an ancient coven. Of Jerusalem. A secret coven, one of extreme power. One rumored to have relations with…wolves. And rumored to not even exist. How do you own this?” I felt my heart pounding. “I….don’t know. I was told it was my father’s. I…hadn’t even thought of it.” He turned it over gently, looking at the back. His eyes opened wide.

Lillianna cried out unable to help herself. He just imprinted his initials onto her body… He pressed it so hard holding her arm hard so she could not go anywhere. He kept it pressed for a few minutes before he pulled it off her. She was in tears. AJ assessed the result before he turned her around roughly and showed the mark to Tristan. “What does that say?” He asked. “It says AJ… AJ… She is now marked. I have branded her as my own. Is that enough for you to understand that she belongs to me!”

I tell him with annoyance. Lord Cameron “Marquis, let me remind you that I am the Lord of Bluestoria, not you!” I say to him, my expression changing into anger, looking into his eyes. “Are you questioning my authority?” I ask Marquis. “I know you live for this sport, Marquis, and you love to torture, rape, and have your way with our female Bampires, but you will not do it and ruin our race. I will not allow it.” Marquis

Marcus Webb arrived twelve minutes later, which told her something before he'd said a word. He wasn't alone. A woman came in a half step behind him, dressed in tailored black that never quite committed to mourning or refused it either. She was somewhere past fifty and had aged into it deliberately, silver threaded through dark hair pulled back into a knot too severe to be accidental, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, dark eyes that moved over the room once and priced everything in it. Corporal placed the resemblance before anyone said a name, the same set to the jaw, the same way of entering a room like it owed her something. Maria Webb. Marcus's mother, and until three weeks ago the power tha

"Miller. My name is Vin Miller." "... thank you Mr. Miller." In Ha searched her memory for Miller. She didn't find anything other than that his family came from the lower status than his fiancé. Daughter of the Marquess family and the son of a Viscount. The Marquess Family were really willing to pair their child with the Viscount? In Ha has a big question mark. Because of that woman's lifestyle, the Viscount family wouldn't be able to support her for long. It was likely that the marquess princess's daily needs took up a month of Viscount's expenses, especially the cats.

His words had struck a chord within me—his mention of the alpha king and the mark that had eluded him. The alpha king, a figure of legend and power, had cast a long shadow over the kingdom's history. His mark was not just a physical trait; it symbolized authority, lineage, and an unbreakable tie to the noble bloodline. For the crown prince to allude to possessing that mark, and then reveal that he did not inherit it, was a revelation that held significance beyond the immediate situation.

Marquess Calls asked as he put his hands behind his back. "This is my wife Countess Brenda, our two boys Declan and Hugh, and our only daughter Cynthia," He moved aside to show a thinly frail woman with white hair, two sturdy handsome men, and a thin beautiful brunette girl. "Nice to meet you," I mumbled as all eyes landed on me.

I should have not come here for this luncheon, he mused before he was smiling at the young queen when she was sipping on her tea again. "Are you sure it will be wise for him to prepare the wedding right away? I mean, the marquis did not have the bride secure yet, my love," Aiden stated as Arabella was looking at the retreating figure of the carriage that bore Marquis of Kain's crest. It was a griffin. Arabella turned to look at her husband before she was caressing his cheek. Aiden leaned into the touch before she was leaning against his hard chest.