Marshall X Skye Novels & Stories

“So Miss McKenna really insists on drinking the punishment wine instead of the toast?” Boss Trent snarled, propping himself up against the doorframe. He snatched a gun from one of his men and aimed it directly at her. Skye didn’t even flinch. Her snow-pale fingers spun her gun playfully. She didn’t look at him—instead, she turned slightly toward her ten men behind her. “Any problems?” “None!” They instantly understood her meaning. Skye gave a faint nod of satisfaction, then finally looked at Boss Trent. “You’re looking a little rough, Trent. But I’ve always had a spine—I like drinking the punishment wine. So…”

“Get to the point, Mr. Chase. I have limited patience for theatrics.” I reached down, opened the briefcase, and took out the folder. I slid it across the table toward him. “Open it.” He looked at the folder as if it were a dead insect. Then, with deliberate slowness, he opened it. He scanned the first page—the ship’s manifest. His expression didn’t change. He turned to the auction catalog page, the photo of the Ming vase. A tiny muscle flickered in his jaw. He saw the death certificate for Klaus von Heinrich. Finally, he read the typed proposal. The terms. The exile. The transfer of power to Alessia.

"And Skye has been found. Apparently, he was using her to transport drugs to Arizona. The Russian investigators tracked them to a warehouse outside Phoenix." "Let me see!" I practically lunged across the table, collecting the phone from her before she could even offer it. And there, in the photo on the screen, was Dante, beaten black and blue, his face swollen and bloodied, tied to a chair like the criminal he was. His expensive clothes were torn and dirty, his usual arrogance completely gone. And in the next photo was Skye. My sister. Alive. Skye was finally coming back home. The phone trembled in my hands as I stared at her image, thinner than I remembered, with dark circles under her eyes

His hand ran through whatever was left of his hair again as he exhaled deeply. Jackson sighed tiredly—a sigh that Maria knew was just for effect. "How did you meet Harry, Maria?" Sean asked unexpectedly, completely throwing Maria off. She could feel cold sweat tickle down the parts of her face that were covered with her hair. His eyes locked hers, burning with curiosity making her realize it was the best time to show off her acting skills. She had intended to leave the backstories to Jackson, but since it had gotten to this — she had no other choice.

He quickly got on his knees and gave her his mark as well. I hear laughing behind me. I turn back and Ozzy has a smirk on his face. Thank the Moon Goddess man! She sure as hell did us all a favor by mating Lana’s crazy ass to these two fuckers. Now we can go back home to our mates. I’m starving and Leah promised to make tacos tonight for taco Tuesday and after this shit, I could really use a fucking beer! How about you Ryan? I’m sure you need a drink too? Fuck yes, I do just one more thing before we go. I Alpha Ryan Amory Emmett of the Dark Skys pack cut the pack link with you, Lana Marie Tate, breaking the bond with you forever. Now let’s go have those beers, Ozzy.

“Whoa, wait a minute!” Both men looked back at Cheyenne as the wolf whined. Skylar was practically thrashing against them to get to her. “Sky! Knock it off!” The shoulder length haired man boomed, almost scaring Cheyenne. Skylar stopped moving instantly but still held Cheyenne’s gaze. She was mesmerized by those hazel eyes. She could get lost in them for days on end. “Thank you again. For helping us.” Cheyenne snapped her gaze back at the men and nodded smiling.

Skye was 18 years old and blossoming into a lady at least as smart and beautiful as her mother but she didn't realize it. Skye was 5'2 and weighed 100lbs. She had long strawberry blonde hair cut to look like her mother's and she had violet eyes. She was an athlete at school, a member of the varsity soccer team and her body reflected her training. She was thin and taut. Her legs and buttocks were muscular and she had a flat stomach. Her hips were a big wider and more sensual than her mothers and her breasts were of comparable size, she wore a 30B bra. Her skin was very white, a bit pale as she was unable to tan like her mother. She often wore cloth shorts and tank tops befitting a high school

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

I told Skye that the next step should be asking Marco to move a finger if he could really hear. Skye was clapping her hands in great joy as it seemed like Marco indeed could hear and understand everything that he hears from his surroundings. Skye’s happiness was so contagious. She was seven jumping on her spot as she sprang up from her seat in great surprise. Just to sat back down again, but her feet were restless as well.

Skye had told me that I wasn’t able to tell anyone and I had to keep it hidden. When I was around anyone, she would disappear so others couldn’t sense her. She was a beautiful wolf, I don’t understand why she wanted to hide. But I hadn’t questioned her reasons. Skye was a large black wolf with vibrant blue eyes and she had a white crescent moon on her left hip.