Mohawk Mark Harem Novels & Stories

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

...Haley POV... The time had finally come to get Maverick. We had spent the next day going over our plan. Kayden felt the best plan of action was to go after him while they were receiving a shipment. Many of their members would be gone to watch over the docks while we could sneak in without them noticing. After reviewing all their hideouts, Kayden figured that Chase probably had Maverick in his own house. It was a highly guarded location, but we made sure to know every single detail of their hideout. Kayden had me look over the blueprints while he worked on surveillance. Kayden tasked Damian as a hacker. Damian needed to find a way to hack into their security cameras so that we could loop th

"Yeah. Well, one contained a few pictures of midget porn with other peoples heads photoshopped on them. Badly, I might add. Another was about some girl you gave Ant's number to?" "Raven," Mark said, grinning. "She was my limo driver that brought me to the airport." "Okay," Jasmine nodded. "Well, she's been texting Ant intimate pictures of herself, but he's complaining because she won't show her face and he really wants to," Jasmine paused, an eyebrow cocked. "Make her do the Angry Dragon." Mark burst out laughing. "He's such a fucking tool." "What the hell is an angry dragon?" Mark explained between bouts of laughter. "It's a sex thing. After you've cum in a girls mouth, you're meant to smac

Speaking next was a stern but also attractive man with dark blue hair that reminded Maria of the night sky and silver eyes that glittered like the moon. "Honey, I missed you~!" Running forward and happily throwing her arms around the duchess's neck, with no regards for manners, was a lively and stunning petite woman. Her long, dark-pink curly pigtails flew behind her. Upon seeing these three attractive figures, something in Maria's head clicked. 'Ah, that's right! These three are Duchess Dior’s lovers! I almost forgot that in this world polygamy is legal!'

Luther, Noah, Lohan, and Zedekiah were already there, their faces grave. Heros turned on the projector. A photo appeared on the screen: a man around forty, dangerously handsome, with neatly cut black hair, cold green eyes, and a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He wore an impeccable suit and a gold ring with an eagle symbol. “Who is he?” I asked. “Marco Rossi,” Noah answered. “Eldest son of Salvatore Rossi, capo of the Rossi family in Chicago. They’re one of the few mafia families that never submitted to our father. They’ve always been silent rivals.”

Her eyes widened at the sight of Serena, pale and naked, and worry flashed across her face. “Bathe her and dress her. Take care of her. She will no longer work as a maid, this is your only duty now,” Kaelen ordered and left. Naya bowed and quickly went to work. She laid Serena in a tub and carefully washed her, then began drying her off. That’s when she noticed it…on her waist, a moon symbol that could hide itself if it wanted to. “She bears the Moonmark… the one I’ve been looking for,” Naya whispered, her mind racing.

“Duskwyn Hollow? Isn’t that bordering Blackthorn Pack’s territory?” “It is,” Asher said calmly. “Which means it’s their problem, not ours.” But Nolan didn’t blink. “Sire,” he said, “the body’s throat had fang marks. Vampire marks. Clear ones.” A sharp silence cut through the room. “But the rest of the body…” Nolan added, his voice lower now. “Deep claw marks. Savage. Precise.” Asher’s demeanour shattered. “Werewolves,” he hissed, voice venomous.

To our salvation. A vision hit me then her eyes in the dark, wide with recognition. The soft gasp of her breath. The press of her palm against my chest. The burn where the bond would mark us both. I stumbled back, shaking. “We meet tonight,” I murmured, chest heaving. We mark tonight, my wolf growled, savage and certain. And no force in this realm or the next will keep us from her. The wind howled around the Pack House, echoing the truth I could no longer deny.

“Oh, come on. You don’t really care about her. You’re just playing protector so you can keep the girl to yourself." Lucas lunged before he realized it. He pinned Elwin down to the ground Elwin grinned with blood in his teeth. “Too late. I’ve already marked her scent.” Lucas froze. Elwin's smile deepened. “Every rogue within miles will know what she is now. You should’ve hidden her better, Lucas. Now she belongs to the hunt.” With a swift twist, Elwin shoved Lucas back and vanished into the shadows.

she responded. “How's that a problem?” “That's the good news. Earis was the first vessel of the Neurophaga… and I'm afraid even though she is free of it, the damage is already done,” My jaw tightened. “She might be able to heal herself through your bond like you had said. But the mark was dormant when the manacle was on her wrist. The mark cannot heal the damage done when it wasn't active. Hence her broken arm,” she said, forcing a dry swallow.