Romans & histoires Memento Mori : Markiplier

SHATTERED MY LIFE! I remember the faces and the names of those men who abused me. Kevin, Alex, Alvin, Eigner, and Gin. I sat down on my bed while still hugging the doll because hugging it gives me comfort even for a while while the memories are flashing back to my head. I remember how I stabbed Alex and I shot my brother Kevin because I can’t take another abuse from them anymore. I remember the look into my father’s eyes. The sadness and pains in his eyes before the accident; how he became so hopeless when he saw me covered with blood with my brother and his best friend dead inside my room. The look in his eyes is like the sadness and pains of my mother before she commits suicide. I remember

I asked, growing increasingly more concerned. "We don't know what happened, but Chase found them. Agent Marks was found dead at the scene." "WHAT?!" I unknowingly shouted, altering Jessica and waking Maverick from his sleep. Maverick began to cry, and Jessica picked him up, holding him in a tight hug. She looked over at me, but I didn't miss the concerned expression on her face. I could tell that she knew that something was wrong, and was desperate to find out what had happened. I switched the phone over to speaker phone, knowing that Jessica desperately wanted to know what had happened. Thankfully, Maverick was too young to understand what was going on.

But the memory of the magic circle makes me change my mind. "Well hi again". He says as he opens the door and shows me inside. Marks lives in a small one bedroom apartment, not very far from my house. His living room is a chaos of computer equipment, graphic novels and cd's with heavy metal music. On three walls are an impressive display of fantasy swords and against the last wall is what looks like an altar with ritual stuff. From the web pages I recognize the cauldron, the pentagram and the black dagger Athame. "You look like you could use some sugar". He says with a small laugh.

Osiris frowns, but takes a seat, his eyes fixed on Nero, bracing himself for what comes next. “Nero found out something about Morana,” I start, trying to ease into the conversation, “about her wolf.” Osiris’s brow furrows in confusion. “Morana? What about her wolf?” “It’s not just her wolf, Osiris,” Nero takes over. “When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.”

she said while flipping through his cards. He has a curved, arch-like, shaped like a wing, with a star inside a circle Mark on his collar bone. A Mark only Damneds or human immortals have. Even though he was dead for a moment and Azrael only saw him once in person, she remembers him to have such a big and bright smile.

Marek’s eyes stayed fixed somewhere beyond the walls like he was listening to something none of us could hear. “The dead are tied to the Hollow,” he said quietly. “And the Hollow remembers blood.” A chill crawled slowly down my spine. Theo grabbed another knife from the weapons cabinet near the wall. “You’re saying they can recognize her? Because of The First Queens blood in her?” Marek finally looked at me. “Yes.” Jax swore under his breath before shoving extra ammunition into the back of his jeans. “Great. Ancient underground nightmare zombies with tracking instincts. Fantastic night we’re having.”

"I've thought about it. We can't sever our bond. As an Alpha, severing ties with my mate would reflect badly on me and throw the pack into public turmoil. "The kids are still young. They need a mother." I had expected his refusal. He said it was for the pack, for his reputation, for the children. But never because he loved me. Luckily, I had prepared for this. After Marcus left, I took out the vial I had been hiding in my clothes the entire time. Without hesitation, I finished it in one go. The bitterness flooded my mouth, but it was nothing compared to the pain Marcus had given me. I endured the agony as it tore through my body. Even as the pain made me convulse, I welcomed the feeling of m

I move closer, drawn by something I don't understand, my fear momentarily eclipsed by fascination. The carvings are beautiful and terrible. Wolves with their heads thrown back in silent howls. Crescent moons in various phases, waxing and waning across the stone surface. Symbols I don't recognize but that make something deep in my chest tighten with recognition. How can I recognize something I've never seen before?

The watch had since become a token of our love, and he never took it off aside from bath and bed. And yet, it was now in another woman's photo… Taking a deep breath, I put mine in a drawer. - Duke didn't return that night, so I went alone to the venue the next morning. I booked the place six months ago for the marking ceremony, but now, I'm here to cancel it. Still, I ran into Diana there—our neighbor, and a mate of one of Duke's sentries. Seeing me, she came over and took my hands, congratulating me endlessly before saying, "Oh, and I just saw Duke buying a car trunk full of champagne roses, and now I ran into you here! The marking ceremony is soon, I take it?"

He and Pierce, who is walking beside him in my mental image, look at the walls I built around my mind, taking it all in as they slowly approach. When they step into the inner sanctuary of my mind, Roman stops, looking around again as if assessing where he wants to start and then he goes to the most recent memories, and starts there. I push the conversation with Alpha William right before I left out of the group he can see. He notices, but doesn’t push to access the memory, then he begins going through my memories backward. He smiles when he sees the deadly meal I had planned for him. “So you were going to kill me?” he murmurs softly. He doesn’t sound angry, he’s just confirming something he