Romans & histoires Memento Mori : Markiplier

With one clean swipe, I dragged them across his chest — tearing skin and muscle with the precision of a signature. A message. "Let them think a wolf did this." I stood over the corpse, silent, watching the blood pool around his throat like a final offering to the night. My expression didn’t waver — no regret, no guilt. Only cold calculation. My eyes narrowed on the claw marks I’d carved into his chest — jagged, deliberate, unmistakably wolf-like. “They’ll think a rogue did this,” I murmured, more to myself than to the trees. “A poor drunk, slaughtered in neutral territory. They’ll panic.”

"Just tired, I guess." She nodded, but her eyes told me she didn't believe me. She opened her mouth to say more, but the door swung open, and Derek walked in. His expression was smug, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "Markos wants to see you again," he announced, his tone dripping with disdain. "Don't keep him waiting. And remember, Hazel, you're not as special as you think. You're just a pawn in his game." His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I pushed the fear aside. I couldn't let him see how much he affected me. I nodded and headed back to the penthouse, my stomach twisting with anxiety. What did Markos want now? Hadn't he said enough already?

I continued down the list, marveling at the darker utility assets: > [Memory Blur Card — 1,005,000 IP] > Description: Allows the Host to selectively obscure or corrupt a specific recent memory from the target's mind. The targeted memory decays into a vague, unconvincing dream-like sequence over a six-hour period. > My eyes widened in absolute awe. "Unbelievable," I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief. That single card offered ultimate insurance against exposure. If a target ever began to piece together the threads of my deception, a single activation could sanitize the entire breach without leaving a trace of psychological trauma or physical evidence.

I reply, my smile still plastered on my face. It's a lie. Not many people know about my gifts yet. It had only been revealed yesterday. News travels fast, sure, but something about the way he says it feels off. Like he isn’t telling the full truth. “The gift of time scent and memory echo is a very rare one. Even more rare on hybrids.” he says, his two hands now dipped into his side pockets. “I see,” I say carefully. “They’re quite dangerous too,” he adds, watching me closely. “I’m sure you already know that.”

“Ceremonial. Symbolic. But painful. The idea was simple—if someone overstepped their rank, or violated a sacred order of conduct, they were given a choice: expulsion, or the Mark. The Mark meant you stayed… but everyone would know what you’d done. It left a visible brand—not just on your skin, but in your blood aura. A flicker in your scent, a shadow in your resonance. Anyone with status could sense it.” He paused, eyes dropping briefly to the ground. “But it wasn’t always so ‘symbolic.’ That’s the lie they told afterward.” I swallowed, throat catching. “What do you mean?” Callum raised his eyes again. His mouth pressed into a thin, pale line. “There was a student,” he said. “Decades ago. Be

Tumango-tango naman ako at napabuntong-hininga. Ilang saglit pa'y tuluyan na kaming nakarating sa mapayapa at tahimik na cemetery ng Quaranton. Nang tumigil ang sinasakyan naming kotse ay nauna na akong bumaba dala-dala ang ilang piraso ng kandila at isang bouquet ng bulaklak. Tahimik lamang akong naglakad dahil kahit hindi ako lumilingon ay alam kong hindi na ako sinundan pa ng mga kasama ko.

Luke stopped, letting the stretcher go forward. My aunt also stopped me near Luke. An invisible border separated us. The men secured the stretcher at the top of the platform and retreated towards us. Reid stood next to me. Grandma Cooper began to carefully arrange some things around the edges of the stretcher. Only after looking closer, I realized that these were, apparently, Morgan's personal belongings. His connection with the human world. I examined a book, a family photo, a knife, a flask, a small box, the contents of which remained a mystery to us. And maybe only for me, but for the rest of the familiar part of the ceremony. Separately, she hung a leather bracelet on the top of the prot

He approves his family, that was when instinct took over. 'Get up Cain' a voice called out from my coma state, I open my eyes look around checking my surrounding it looks like a dungeon, still questioning how I got to this place before it all came back, the mouth watering smell, the new born pup, his second chance mate I'm not sure how that is possible, marking the new born pup, sliver piercing my shoulder and losing consciousness. Everything came back to me, I couldn't believe I mark a child, I feels so disgusted in this act of mine. I'm still a monster after all if I could mark a little baby, sealing her permanently to me with out given her a chance to choose me.

"It would have been before he came here. Perhaps through his death." My heart sinks. "He sacrificed himself for me." The woman presses her hand to her chest. "Perhaps the trauma was leaving you behind. Maybe he didn't know if you would be all right." Tears fill my eyes. Alec gave his life for me, so that I could take the Golden Coin and leave the pocket dimension, and still he worried that it wouldn't be enough. "How can we help, Flo?" Jack asks the woman. "His mind has blocked out those memories, for his own protection," Flo explains. "And in doing so, it has blocked all his memories of who he was before this. In order for him to remember, we need to break down those walls."

Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan. Mine was shown last. Was the largest of the three. A wolf head, snarling with spit flying all around. A skull on its head, smaller by comparison but a wolf's nonetheless. The words Memento Mori are written elegantly at the bottom. I smiled at Jean, pouring my adoration of the piece into every part of my body.