Marquess Raid Novels & Stories

Marching outside, Alessia grabbed a stunned Marika—who was spiraling down an abyss of worry and negative speculations—with her. Stepping out of the cabin's door, they were greeted by the townspeople running away from a raised flag on the west, where the rumbling must've been coming from. Alessia squinted to see the flag better but it wasn't familiar to her. "Does anyone know what that flag means?" She asked nobody in particular. "Hmm," Clyde answered. "Those are the infamous raiders. Tsk. They're here to rob the village of their wealth and sense of security. Quick, help me evacuate the village people."

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...

He asked in a deep bass "I will" she said, her voice now steady but still trembling beneath the surface. She could feel her fathers gaze on her, proud and expectant. Lena stepped forward deliberately and placed her hands on Darius's chest. This was the tradition, the female marked first, signalling consent and courage. Fire surged through her veins as she stood on tiptoes and moved her mouth to the crook of his neck, she pierced his skin with her razor sharp teeth and then licked the wound clean, sealing their bond into his skin. Two half crescents now adorned Darius's neck, Black in colour to signify a chosen mate. Chosen mates marks were always black, fated mates came in so many colours.

“Serenya. I am an Alpha of command, not chatter. What I speak, you breathe. You belong to me. I bet None dared touch you—none dared even breathe near you—at the sound of my name and the mention of my fangs glowing between your thighs.” His cheap boast scalds my skin. My wolf rakes against my ribs, but I choke back the truth burning in my chest: the second mark. A true mate’s brand seared into me, hidden. My mother’s warning tolls like a bell of doom—the second mark must never be revealed. I watch Varyn glory in his hollow strength. “Prepare yourself. Return with the young Alpha,” he says, as if his command carries weight over my life. My pride flares, a blaze that will not bow.

However, taking care of this bloody rat… That was going to be fucking joyful. “So what now? What’s the plan?” Kaito asked as he looked at me with anticipation and great admiration. The man’s loyalty was utterly unbelievable. Although I practically raised him, I didn’t expect him to turn out like this. “We are raiding Marcello. Hard.” “And then present his head to Francesco. I think I like it.” He said with a huge smile. “And they say I am the crazy one.” Viper threw his hands in the air at Kaito’s response, and my gaze shifted to him.

Well, I will be if it turns out that Marcel is the mastermind behind the attempted murder and rogue attacks. A knock sounds on the door, and Reid enters. I lean back in my chair, trying to control the rage and frustration consuming me. Fuck, I have to find a way to get to that pack and interact with Marcel. I should have done that at the auction, but we had to rush back because of the damn rogue attack. “You look pissed as fuck. What’s up?” Reid asks as he settles on the seat opposite me. “What’s there not to be pissed about? The rogue attack? The fact that someone is after Elara’s life? I am fucking livid!” I growl.

When Terry heard the Marquis, he went over to the front door to talk to him, "Father, you're ok?" "Of course I'm ok! It was only a stupid business deal that fell through before it even started! And why are you back so soon? I expected you to return tomorrow morning." "The rumour I was told was a lie to get me out of the estate. While you, me and Sash were away, the estate was attacked, and our child was kidnapped." The Marquis looked around the estate and noticed the odd sword mark on the wall and the fact that all the guards were gone, "How's this even possible?"

As the scouts slipped, the raiders moved in with short swords. "Rhys! The ledges! The archers are reloading!" I shouted, pointing upward. "Mark! The heights! I've got the floor!" Rhys roared back. Mark launched himself off a boulder, his leap taking him fifteen feet up the cliff face. He caught a protruding root, swung himself onto a narrow ledge, and tore the throat out of the first archer before the man could draw his bow. Down on the floor, the pressure was mounting. Three raiders converged on Rhys at once. They moved in a pincer, their movements synchronized. One went for his legs, one for his chest, and the third for his head.

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."

Marquis, his father’s head guard, stormed in, his expression grave. “Your Majesty, forgive the interruption, but we have a situation,” Marquis announced, his voice tight with urgency. The King frowned, irritation flashing in his eyes. “Can this not wait? We’re in the middle of an important meeting.” Marquis took a breath, his words heavy with the weight of bad news. “Your Majesty… Blackclaw has been invaded. The entire western border and surrounding cities are under siege.” The King’s face darkened, his mind reeling with disbelief. “What did you just say?”