Marquess Raid Novels & Stories

Not even my own mother. They said I was traumatized by the father's death. Delusional. A liar. They thought he had no reason to kill father and an assassin must have done it. And when I kept insisting, they called me cursed. Mad. The Mad Prince of NightWalker. And when I became king they upgraded the title to the Mad king. I never forgot that betrayal and I wore the title like an armour. I watched. I waited. And on the day of my coronation ceremony, I drove a dagger of my own into that traitor’s chest—this time in front of the same Elders and Pack members who once mocked me.

"If we're on the water, then we're vulnerable, so the boat has the power to get us far away from any threats very quickly, and if there's any we can't outrun, then Captain Wales and his crew are more than capable of fighting off any threats. He's an ex SEAL. So are his crew." "Wow," Mark murmured. This was serious stuff, he realized and he sat quietly considering it all for a while. If what Jasmine said was true, and even if he ended up returning to his normal life after a few days, he'd still be a target. Mark's life had well and truly changed. He still didn't know if it was for the better, but it was certainly going to be different.

"You're trespassing on Northern Ridge territory. That's an act of war." "I don't care." Kade's voice was flat. Empty. "Give her to me." "She's under legal custody—" "I said give her to me." His eyes flashed brighter. "Or I start breaking things until you do." Marcus's grip tightened on my arm. "You can't just—" "Watch me." Kade moved. Faster than should be possible. He crossed the distance in seconds. Grabbed the closest guard—a man twice his size—and threw him. The guard hit the ground hard. Didn't get up.

“I saw the rogues with my own eyes. They had the same markings as all of you here.” Marek’s jaw tightened with a frown. He looked toward the sky, where the sun was beginning to set. “That’s actually the reason we are here,” Marek said, his voice cold and ominous. “I want Rowan to give me an explanation as to why someone from his pack paid mercenaries to disguise as my people and attacked his own pack.”

"Elders, let me make this clear today. If Anthony has any further inappropriate contact with Lara, I'm calling this marking ceremony off." With that, I turned around and walked out of the council hall. Anthony's expression was solemn, the elders looked stunned, and Lara was glaring at me. Just as I reached the doorway, I received a message from Sebastian. The elite forces of Black Rock Pack were already stationed at the outer borders of Gray Mist Pack's territory. In two days, he would personally show up with Black Rock Pack's moonstones.

"My men want assurance that she will be executed before her magic can compromise our auras." "She will be bled on the altar of the neutral capital," Garrick promised, a cruel chuckle rippling through the connection. "Hold them in the cavern until the third watch. My mercenary vanguard is already scaling the southern ridge. Do not let the Ravenhart rogue slip into the shadows." "He won't," Marcus hissed, extinguishing the glowing stone and slipping it back into his sleeve. He turned back toward the main chamber, his expression instantly smoothing into the mask of the loyal, weathered commander.

This perfume effectively concealed their wolf scent, and being known as the Nightraven—the shadows of the night—no one sensed their arrival. 'The back and every side of the facility is secured, Alpha Damian,' reported a gamma through a mind link. 'Commence the assault!' Commanded Damian via the mind link. Three groups burst into the brothel simultaneously, ambushing the clueless rogues and catching them completely off guard. 'Squad three, secure the perimeter! Not a single one of them should escape!' Damian commanded, and they all responded in unison, 'Yes, Alpha!' through their mind link.

My phone vibrates in my pocket as I take it out and place it on my ear, without looking away from her. "Sir! It was a trap!" "What do you mean? " I ask narrowing my eyes. "The Rousseau's....they planned a double attack!While we were distracted in saving miss Amara, the Black estate was attacked at the same time." "Aiden is missing Sir. The child has been kidnapped" Fu**. I slam the phone in anger. What was Marco's security doing? What was he himself doing? I trusted him with the two most dear people in my life. And he screws it big time!

I asked. “To negotiate… with the envoy.” Mara and I locked eyes. The envoy. This wasn’t just a rogue scribe or deserter. This was coordinated. “Who are you working for?” she demanded. He hesitated. Mara pressed harder. “Alright! The new faction—calling themselves the Silent Mark. They want control of Red Moon’s information routes. Dren is their bargaining chip.” I exhaled slowly. “Great. Another faction. Just what we needed.” Mara bound the leader’s hands. “Take us to the tower.”

"You see how he treated her sister, who is not even his daughter by blood, how much to Evadne, whom he'd been abusing since she could walk, just so he can have his petty revenge on his dead wife?" "I do not want someone mentioning my mate's life is in danger," Kal whispered coldly. "Especially not in front of me." "Oh, but she is, Your Majesty. That is why you should put Marcus and Elodie there, so that Marcus could also be a bait to his brother, Marcos." I swallowed. "The former Blackwind Pack's Alpha's name is...Marcus?" "No, Luna Evadne. It's Marcos, with an O instead of a U." "Oh," was all I reacted. I cleared my throat and tossed a gaze to my mate. "So what's so special about this Priso