Memento Mori : Markiplier Novels & Stories

But pictures of odd creatures. As she stopped to look at them, her father did too. She moved closer to the first portrait. Her eyes scanned every piece of it. The dark, yet thin pelt of the wolf stood out. Their bright color amber golden eyes struck her to the core and she got eerily nervous. She then turned her attention to how the wolf was not really a wolf, but a humanized version of itself. It’s ears standing to point, as if pointing at the moon. The snot, much longer than normal wolves. The normal canines a wolf would have, these ones were elongated and sharp looking. And it’s claws, also long and sharp. Cordovia gulped lightly, truly hoping that creatures like this were not real. Her f

A scout from a neighboring pack, one thought long scattered in the war. In his hand was a sigil drawn in dirt and blood. Not of the Broker, not of Striker. A new mark, unfamiliar but pointed directly at us. Mia stepped forward, knelt beside him, and read the final breath he whispered into her ear. Her face changed not in fear but in recognition. Something she thought buried had just clawed its way out of the grave. “We’re not done,” she said, rising to her feet. “And this time, it isn’t about me.”

Just seconds ago, he promised me he wouldn't contact Kaia again, yet one phone call from her was enough to pull him away. How was I so enamored with such a man in my past life? A man who was deceitful, full of lies, and without honor. I picked up my phone and sent Chris a message. "I've set the date to sever our mate bond. It will be during next month's full moon." In my past life, next month's full moon was supposed to be the day Chris and I got married. Since the bond between werewolf mates was strongest during the full moon, I chose this date to show Chris my determination and my resolve.

"No, I wouldn't. Daddy only likes the bad lady. He lets her bully you, and he kicked you out of the bedroom and forced you to be a nanny. "If he really lost his memory, then how can he remember such a big company and all those complicated social connections but forget only you, Mommy?" That was right. Ambrose claimed he had amnesia, yet he hadn't forgotten his company or all the people in his network. The only thing he'd conveniently forgotten was me. I'd been in the business world for years and had seen all kinds of tricks, yet I'd actually fallen for such a shallow lie. I clenched my teeth and laughed at my own stupidity.

“Very well. I’ll assist you, but remember this: What you’re looking for might not be something you want to find. Sometimes, the truth is more dangerous than the unknown.” With Kieran’s agreement secured, they set up the memory retrieval process in one of his specialized, high-tech labs. The room was dimly lit, with sleek machines and monitors arranged in a precise configuration. Kieran handled the equipment with practiced ease, preparing the device for a deeper dive into Maris Harker’s memories.

Pieces of its brain sprang to the floor. This man is Azrael Cross. A legendary assassin under The Association, he has completed several high-level assassinations including big mafia bosses and drug cartel bosses. These high-level assassinations were attempted by many but only Azrael was able to do so, the member of The association had great respect for him. Click! Click! Azrael's camera sounds. He took a photo of Leo's body to confirm his death to his client and this is also one of the required procedures that the assassin must follow no matter what happens. After that, he immediately sent these photos to them.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

she mumbled. "Salis is a powerful hybrid necromancer that was banished from the fairy realm because he would steal mates from their intended match. He stole others' mates and also my cousins, having his way with them before abandoning them. He is without honor and will not have your best interests in mind. You are demon marked so I am certain that is what is drawing him to you," Atlas surmised. Frowning, Aira glared at him.

I could see the storm in his eyes. “I’ve seen this before,” he muttered. “Years ago. Out east. Right before a pack vanished overnight.” “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t answer right away. But Damon did. “It’s called the Omen Mark,” he said smoothly. “A warning. And a curse.” I turned toward him. “You knew what it was this whole time?” Damon shrugged. “I’ve done my research. Something you’d know if you hadn’t been busy sulking in the greenhouse.”

I whisper in mild amusement. "Don't do it!" That dark sinister voice warns again but I brush it off. "But more than that." Morien says, brushing my ass. "It gives you protection from all your mates against what is coming." He leads me to the yard. The cool wind greets us by blowing my skirt up to expose smooth, tanned legs, but Morien quickly sweeps them down with his hands. "I've wanted to mark you for a long time, but I needed more emotional connection on your end. Although the mark itself can still force emotional connection where none exists."