Marquess Raid Novels & Stories

She finished telling them, hoping they wouldn’t mind her listening more than normal. Looking between the two of them, Cordovia smiled lightly. Amaria was already nodding, as she smiled brightly. “I don’t care. As long as we can be friends? Plus, you’re gonna need me around.” She explained, as she giggled softly. Cordovia nodded, then looked at Nikolias, who was smiling to himself. He was slightly mysterious to her, but she wanted to find out more. And why he too held a similar mark to her. It was time she asked her father about the marks. But she knew he was a busy man. Since he didn’t bring her to school himself. Sighing, the girl turned around and headed for the main building. She was read

Some people might see him as a homewrecker, although Hiroshi isn't married yet but seeing that he had slept with the Alpha more than once behind the back of his soon-to-be fiancée, Eiji was a mistress already. "Eiji, the day after tomorrow, I want you to go to Ma-Sa-Ya, we have a big event going on the day after and I would need a lot of help. After that, you can stay the night in one of the hotel rooms there. I already reserve one since I asked Seiya to keep one standard room open." Said Ken as he kept on eating his dinner.

My father said, standing up. "Alpha Mark Winslow helped us with the war against Regan Adhit many years ago. Because of that, an alliance was formed between Santa Braee and Woodclaw. Due to the lasting peace on both Islands, there had been no need to call on that alliance. On our way back from our vacation, Mark invited us to his Island to attend his son's wedding, just like they came for Chloe and Emma's wedding.

“Okay, well, I’m gonna go make sure the forest doesn’t eat what’s left of us, so you three can—” “Wait,” Sebastian interrupted. “Taylor. Find any surviving scouts. We need information.” “On what?” He looked at Damien. “Whoever orchestrated this.” Damien’s jaw tightened. “They weren’t random raiders.” “No,” Sebastian agreed. “They have been marked. “Marked?” I asked. Sebastian knelt by one of the fallen men. He turned the body over, revealing a jagged symbol carved into the chest — a serpent coiled around a crescent moon.

He rose slowly, gaze flicking to Rhea. “I’ll leave. But I will return for her,” Marek warned. “Orders from above bind me.” Kael stepped forward, claws still wet with blood. “Then you’ll find me waiting. Just like tonight.” For a moment, the two Alphas stared at each other—two predators recognizing strength in the other. Then Marek turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving only the sound of dripping blood behind.

he said as we sped back toward the forest, “will regret dragging you into their mess. Because now I have to mark you sooner than I wanted.” My stomach dropped. “Mark me?” Milrac glanced at me, eyes burning. “Publicly. In front of the pack. So every rogue, every traitor, every member of your worthless family understands one thing.” His voice turned to velvet steel. “You are mine, Ava. And the next person who tries to take you from me dies screaming.” The car roared deeper into the trees. My wolf howled in response, equal parts terror and dark, traitorous excitement. The real war had just begun.

He instead set up an ambush by one of the small freshwater streams to catch her as she came close for a drink, as she has been on the run for a few days now. After Scarlett had gotten the better of Marcus and his males at the trap he set, putting one of his best guards in the pack hospital for a week, Marcus gave me control of a handful of his rogues with the option of having more join me as I continue my own search for her, but to take the heat off of me following Scarlett Marcus set up some random raid attacks on both Werewolf packs and Vampire clans, keeping both kings busy. I get the rogues that Marcus sent with me to wait at the border of the first pack Scarlett’s scent, well; the scent

His tired face looked at Marquess Daedalus, who looked surprised when he saw his sword stab Emilio instead. Previously, Marquess Daedalus had kept hiding and waiting for the right time to harvest the results of someone else's battle. After Prince Raoul could no longer fight, Marquess Daedalus thought he just needed to kill the victor of the fight between Ariana and Emilio. When the three of them died, then he would become the highest-ranking noble in the Sigmund Kingdom. The Marquess' plan was proceeding smoothly, until the moment he started to feel pain in his chest. When the man looked down, Marquess Daedalus discovered that another sword had also pierced his chest. The man had no idea tha

"I hope never to hear the name of Mark Richard in this room again. Have I been clear?" She didn't respond with words; she only nodded slightly as she curled up in my bed, surrounded by my scent—the only one now permitted to claim her senses. After she sank into unconsciousness, I got up from the bed and left the room, leaving her once again locked under key. On the other hand, I headed straight for the stairs where Caleb awaited me, his face somber. "Is it done?" I asked, reclaiming my mask of professional coldness. "Mark is on his way to his pack’s hospital. My men intercepted the communications; they’ll say it was an attack by external mercenaries," Caleb replied, crossing his arms. "But K

“But I still have her scent.” Dutch exhaled smoke through his nose. “What about the girl? The kid?” Marquez’s eyes flashed. “She is not a problem,” he said dismissively. He poured himself another drink, and this time he downed it all at once. “Tell the mercs to prepare. We strike at dawn. I want her back in chains before she forgets what they felt like.” Dutch nodded and stepped out to give the order. Marquez turned to the jungle once more.