Marquess Raid Novels & Stories

There was a bit of a scuffle while Drew and Joel snatched flags off each other. “STOP!!” shouted Mark gruffly, surprising them both enough to actually make them stop for a second. “Joel, it might help if you explained to us what it is you’re actually doing,” Mark said calmly. “Fine!” he moaned back rather huffily. “From what I can gather there’s not many of us left, which means a raid on our base is getting more likely….yes?” he said pointedly looking at Drew. Drew just shrugged non-committedly.

We broke apart instantly. I ran with Mia back to the gate. What we saw on the other side stopped every heartbeat in my chest. It wasn’t just a scout. It was an entire hunting party. Half-dead. Covered in blood. And tied to a post behind them— Was Marcus. Barely conscious. Carved into his chest was the symbol of the hidden clan Varin had spoken of. And burned into the post above him: "One blood must fall.”

"You are Mine" He murmured across my skin. He inhaled my scent deeply and kissed the mark he gave me. I shuddered as he lightly nipped it. "Kirsten, you are mine and only mine, you understand?" Kirsten Saunders had a pretty rough life. After being heartbroken and betrayed by both her father and boyfriend, Kirsten moves to a small town to find the comfort of her mother.

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.

“West, corporal.” “Very well. Tell them we’ll rest for ten more minutes before resuming the march.” The private nodded then walked away to convey Mark’s words. Mark sighed. He was informed of Falstad’s betrayal, prompting him to march last night amidst the undead tide. They were, however, forced to retreat and make camp far from the main road due to their numerical disadvantage as the undead were more than a thousand. Vigilant all throughout the night, they hardly have any sleep, yet he was sure that the queen would order them to siege the barracks right away. Even if my fellow soldiers and I die in battle, we must save the princess. Maria was deeply loved by the poor, and Mark was a peasant

He was also known for his ultimate wisdom i dealing with difficult things. He had heard of the story of the sand land and his curiosity took him there. It seemed crazy at the time but he was bent on finding out the secret of that land... Marquise I went into the sandland to camp for days, while he was there, he claimed to hear the cries of the lost souls which the sandland had consumed. Marquise, I wanted to be the sole owner of this challenging land because he believes that the sand has many riches which it hides within it. Marquis wanted to know what he needed to do to be the sole owner of the land so he vowed to wait there until the spirits who protected comes to visit. On the third day,

“My Alpha, the men sent to gather supplies encountered heavy resistance from the vampires. The land we seek to harvest rightfully belongs to us, but King Draven and his forces have claimed it.” Rowan’s jaw tightened, his golden hair falling over his face as he absorbed the news. His expression was as sharp and dangerous as a blade. “And what action has been taken?” Rowan asked, his voice laced with restrained anger. Mark hesitated before answering. “I sent another group of men to raid the land. They attacked the weaker vampires stationed there and managed to harvest some crops. They’ll return shortly with the supplies.” The room fell silent. Rowan’s eyes darkened as he processed Mark’s words

Kael released her, his expression grim. “They ignored weaker targets. They pushed through my defenses.” His jaw tightened. “They were hunting something.” “Me?” she whispered. Mara approached, her face pale but controlled. “Three rogues escaped,” she reported. “And Kael… they had Moonridge markings burned into their skin.” Silence fell. Elara’s heart stopped. Moonridge. Darius. Kael’s eyes turned cold. “This isn’t a rogue attack,” he said. “It’s a message.” Elara swallowed hard. And for the first time since arriving, she realized something terrifying. She hadn’t escaped Moonridge.

“In three days, you’re planning a raid on the Ironfang supply depot. Marcus is going to tell them exactly when and where you’re coming. They’ll be waiting for you. It’ll be a slaughter.” Kael was silent for a long time. Finally, he stood up. “If you’re lying—” “I’m not,” I said. “Wait three days. You’ll see.” He left without another word. Three days later, the raid happened exactly as I’d predicted. But Kael had changed the route at the last minute. Instead of walking into an ambush, his men surrounded the Ironfang warriors and captured them all. Marcus was caught trying to send a warning message to Elias.

Based on this guy appearance, I figured out that he is Marquess Arello "Greetings marquess Arello"