Romans & histoires Memento Mori : Markiplier

It was why she hated him so much to this day. I refused to be humiliated again, especially not after the stunt Kael had pulled in front of the entire pack. “Your mate?” His brows furrowed sharply, his expression darkening. “This isn’t a fucking mate mark,” he snapped. “This is a curse.” Before I could react, his hand slammed against the wall beside me, pinning me there. His grey eyes bored into mine, intense, wild, filled with something dangerous I couldn’t quite name. My mind spun, completely overwhelmed.

I shrugged. “You….River, are you going to a party? That part was shocking but now, you are going to ‘The Orion’ party.” she squealed excitedly. I rolled my eyes, “It isn't a big deal….” She blinked, “Yeah, it is. I'm so glad you did not let that stuff weigh you down.” I paused…the memories of Ryker and me flooding down my head. Now that I think of it, we never had any good memories. I always bent to his will because I believed he was my mate but what the heck…..

Just memory that didn’t ask to be shaped only held. As twilight fell, villagers began placing flat stones around the perimeter. Each one had a simple mark carved into it: a spiral, a wave, a pair of hands, a flame. “These are our memory weights,” said an elder who’d remained silent until now. “We use them to hold grief down long enough for joy to grow around it.” Kaya helped place the last one. Hers bore a cracked circle and a seed. She didn’t ask what it meant. She only bowed and placed it between two jars marked “Hope that did not break” and “Those who did not scream loud enough.”

“I’m Isandra. First year, too?” “YEP. You nervous? I’m nervous. Wait, are you excited? I’m excited. I might vomit but like, in a sexy way.” I laughed. Loudly. “Gods, you’re chaotic.” “Thank you.” We chatted while students piled in. When I told her I had no memory, she froze. “Omg. I’m so sorry. That’s HORRIBLE. You don’t remember anything?! Not even your own face?” “Nope. Just vibes and trauma.”

"This isn't an ordinary mercenary mark." ​Kaelor stepped up beside him, his golden eyes widening as he looked at the intricate, ancient runes carved into the rusted iron. The symbol was a massive, single eye surrounded by seven shattered crowns. ​"The seal of the Defiler. Malakor's personal mark from the first age. This beast wasn't born in the wild, Lysander. It was sent from the deep abyss." Kaelor knuckles turning white as his jaw tightened.

We got to the place where the burial was held. There were quite a lot of people present, Rolly’s friends whom I last met at my wedding. I couldn’t hold my tears. I decided to put on my shades and went closer to the event. I felt all eyes were on me when I walked closer. Some people came to my family to hug and show condolences. We sat down as the procession started, a little sermon and condolence messages from different dignitaries. Pictures of all the armies who died during the war were laid including my husband as well as roses on each portrait. After the sermon, we were asked to stand and show respect as we walked to each portrait and dropped our flowers. When I got to my husband’s portra

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?

It's like, if anyone tried to mess with me, some creepy little creature's are triggered by that, and they can either kill or I can either save them from being killed by them. Now the question is, should I save mara? Is he worth saving?. Luckily Mara saw me standing at the side, she takes a fast pace and hid behind me. The creature turns and at my sight, he paused and stared. I was mesmerized and scared at the same time. Drake withdrew and Whispered, "make sure he doesn't smell fear, remember you summoned him and can only make him go back, or else, he wouldn't rest until Mara is killed". "Wait what?" Mara exclaimed.

He stroked my hand with his thumb. “The bringers of death?” I suggested. “The Delazar’s thrive on war. Their leader loves chaos and power. Delazar believes the weak should be killed.” He paused, with a grim look on his face, and I thought back to what Sam said about his brother, then he continued, “Reaper is the name he gave our clan because we are the bringers of death.” “Have you… brought death to anyone?” I wanted his answer to be no but a part of me wondered and I had to know.

As if possessed by a demon, Marcus had done that crazy act. He hugged a beautiful small body, the aroma of alcohol mixed with the sweet taste creates a scent made him want to commit a crime. This was a scent only he could smell, until the temporary mark completely disappear, this was his own omega. Marcus took the wrinkled vest that was left beside him and put it on the omega, adjusted his clothes, stood up and picked her up. Really light. There was like no weight in his hands. Steady footsteps went out of the stairs, backs into the hallway. Outside was full of security guards.