Marquess Novels & Stories

His eyes travelled down her almost bare body, "Could you not have found any disguise less intoxicating? I mean the men in there went into some dead-like trance when they saw you." That seemed to put a smile on the lady's face, another reaction he did not expect. With a smirk on, Monica arched her waist knowingly, "Do I not entice you My Lord?" At her words, she noticed a tinge of red color flush up his cheeks while he gawked at her in disbelief. When she arched a brow teasingly, all he did was smile childishly. "But I daresay you look beautiful," The Marquess came into the conversation and stated with his usual charm.

~Marcus~ The pack hall was alive with guests, the party in full swing for the Territorial Conclave. My urge to reach for my phone and call Milli for the fifth time in an hour lingered, but I suppressed it, opting for another glass of whiskey. "Marcus, come here, son." I turned, approaching the man in a white suit. "Dad?" "This is Sebastian Rossi, the royal beta." “How are you?” I greeted the older man, his eyes radiating an uncommon charm. His blue suit was clearly exceptional and his eyes seem to burn through me when he shook hands with me.

"How is that the same? Kaia is my friend. But this Drake? He's not even from our pack! He knows you have a mate, yet he's still pursuing you. He just wants to get you into bed!" At those words, I raised my hand and slapped him. Hard.

At once, King Marciais jumped up. “The Sixteenth Rank of the Marciais Path?” “Yeah.” James nodded and said, “I named it the Tressencia Completare Rank.” James did not hide anything from King Marciais. He explained his comprehension of the Marciais Path to King Marciais frankly. King Marciais was the founder of the Marciais Path, but James’ comprehension of the Marciais Path had surpassed his. After James’ explanation, King Marciais was enlightened. With his current ability and potential, he could enter the Sixteenth Rank of the Marciais Path upon understanding what James said.

I felt Gavin cleared his throat and lent out his hand to the three and gave them a charming smile. “It is an honor to be in your acquaintance, Miss Campbell and Mister Quinns,” he smiles as the three all shook his hand. “Are you kidding? It is an honor to be in yours! I mean, it’s not everyday you get to see the Marquess of Anglesey and be able to shake his hands!” Blair proclaims, making me cough a bit out of shock. “What do you mean? Who is a marquess?” The group chuckles as Gavin speaks again.

It lived in the space between us like a scar. “The second you give in,” I continued, voice low, “everything you are… everything you want… ends up under someone else’s control. And I know you, Marcellus. You carry a strong name, one that refuses submission. You are not just going to fall into a ceremony simply because it is a requirement for you to do.” He was silent now.

"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."

the freckled Marcellus added. "Twin?! "

Helios’s betrayal ran deep within my bones. He was the least I had expected to abandon me ruthlessly like that, when he knew how much I suffered within the Lancaster family. My father, Earl Lancaster had suddenly revealed that I was to wed a marquess against my will. The marquess wasn’t just any Marquess. Marquess Powell. A well-known marquess known for his extreme wealth in the Southern capital of the werewolf kingdom and also his lecherous nature.

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.