Morning Mark Comics Novels & Stories

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.

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

*Back to present * ALPHA ZAC'S POV I was so tired that I wanted to sleep today but I was awakened by a phone call from Mark and I knew he had news… I immediately sat up and picked up the call. “Good morning master,” he said calmly. “Good morning Mark, what's wrong?” “I'm sorry for calling you this early because I know it's interrupting your sleep but I have news and they can't wait.” “It's fine but what's the news?”

) has been back in full swing tearing into any young girl unlucky enough to fall sway to his killer looks and dark charisma. So needless to say I'm sure I wasn't the only one who greatly enjoyed last night's welcome home fuck. This has definitely been one of our longer stretches, and seeing I'm planning on staying the week I think we're going to do our best to make up for lost time. Unfortunately Mark had told me yesterday that he had to work this morning and it was to short notice to cancel so I would have to wait until tomorrow to wake up with him. Not that I didn't love it anytime but I've always been a huge fan of sex in the morning. Waking up to a nice orgasm and a good long fuck then m

Mark whispers into her ears kissing her down her nap. “You're the best… the very best and I want nothing but you” Mark holds her tight, inhaling every bit of her. Never has he felt so right about anything as he felt at the moment. The night was old leaving the loves to retire in the bosom of each other's arms. But unlike the peaceful sleep they had, not everyone was privileged. The early morning showers rose everyone to their feet ready to face the hazard of yet another breaking day with tremendous problems piled up even before the arrival of noon.

It wasn’t even eight yet, and they were already knee-deep in the day. I spotted Mark among them, giving instructions and pointing toward a decoration. He had a clipboard in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. Efficient as always. He must’ve been up since dawn. That man didn’t seem to believe in rest. I smiled, hugging myself. The scent of saltwater and fresh paint drifted in through the window. Somehow, it grounded me. … After my morning routine — brushing my teeth, washing my face, and tying my hair into a loose bun, I slipped into a cotton dress and sandals, grabbed my sketchpad, and made my way out of the room.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Mark walked in, looking impossibly put-together in his shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He was carrying a wooden tray that held two steaming mugs and a plate of toasted sandwiches. The smell of bacon and beans hit me, making my stomach flip in a way that was half-hunger and half-nausea. "Good morning, Ren," he said, his voice smooth and terrifyingly casual. He walked over with a faint, calm smile and set the tray on the nightstand beside me. "I figured you’d be starving. You put up quite a fight last night."

Blown Cover Rissa’s POV Morning comes slowly in the city. Sunlight slips through the thin curtains of the bedroom window, spreading across the wooden floor in long golden lines. Somewhere outside, a delivery truck rumbles down the street. Human voices drift upward from the sidewalk. Someone laughs. Someone argues. The world continues moving as if nothing is wrong. As if there is no war building in the shadows. I wake before Mark. That almost never happens. He sleeps lightly, always alert even in rest, but the last few days have taken more from him than he admits. Traveling through the forest, moving the pack, keeping the Hunters guessing. Then the journey into the city.

The small figure on the bed sat up instantly, rubbing the spot where he got hit, wincing. Still half-asleep, Amanda didn’t even open her eyes before falling right back to sleep. By the time she woke up again, it was already past 9 AM. Amanda stretched lazily, then opened her eyes to see the little guy sitting on the bed. Her heart swelled with contentment and she greeted him with a smile. “Good morning, baby!” Mark’s expression was grim, his tone cold. “...You threw your phone at me after answering that call.” Amanda shot up, suddenly alert. She was notoriously grumpy in the morning—wait, did she take a call just now?

Morning After the Mark The morning sun broke over the estate, casting warm, amber light through the tall windows of Carter's guest suite. The soft chirp of morning birds mixed with the faint rustling of leaves outside. Within the quiet of the room, Marcy stirred first, her body sluggish and deliciously sore, the best kind of ache lingering in her limbs. She blinked sleepily, her eyes adjusting to the soft glow of daylight seeping through the curtains.