Morning Mark Comics Novels & Stories

"This is crazy. I don't even know you." "Your name is Ava." He said it softly, reverently. "Ava Marie Chen. You were born on June twenty-first, eighteen years ago. You have a birthmark on your right hip shaped like a crescent moon. When you were seven, you broke your arm falling out of a tree, and you cried more because you couldn't climb anymore than because it hurt." Tears were streaming down my face now, and I didn't even know why. "Stop. Please stop."

The Moon Goddess’s voice lingered in her heart, soft and eternal: “Marked by Moonfire, you carry the dawn.” Kilian felt her breath against his shoulder, warm and steady. He turned his gaze to the rising sun, its light mingling with her silver glow. “We’ve changed everything,” he whispered. Nova squeezed his hand. “We’ve only just begun.” Together, they stepped into the dawn. The battlefield lay silent behind them, scarred and broken, but in front of them was something new — uncertain, fragile, yet alive. A world reborn, marked forever by Moonfire.

Thomas said with a small smile handing her a sword. She smiled big back at him taking the sword. She cradled her injured arm and held the sword with the other. They were very outnumbered. Gavin glanced back at his men as Travis's crew enclosed them. Gavin shoved Travis hard with his sword breaking the stand off. Gavin looked to the Morning Star and whistled. Within a second grappling hooks were being thrown across the way and Gavin's crew began boarding the Evening Star. It quickly became an all out war zone.

I really didn’t enjoy hiding out in the restrooms constantly. “That man has a death wish. He told my mom – “ He looks around the dining hall and leans into the table, whispering. “He told my mom to push the mating ceremony. Again. I swear, my sister is about to have her heart eaten by a shark.” Dorian takes an angry bite of his bread and turns to look back at Ronan, muttering profanities under his breath.

As Mark inhaled the scent of Arianne’s hair, his breaths became a mite more elaborate while his sleepiness, which had been growing for the past few minutes, gradually receded. He bit on her earlobe. “I want you. Now.” Arianne’s breath stopped, her body shrinking from him slightly. “But aren’t you sleepy?” Hot breaths warmed through the woman’s ear. “Nope. Not anymore.” … It was Saturday, yet Mark rose early in the morning despite not going to work. Instead, he spent his morning playing with Smore.

Mark put down his phone and explained, "Besides, the price of the comic is very affordable, so almost anyone can buy it. That's why the sales are a little higher compared to other merchandise." I put my hands on my face and exclaimed, "These results are amazing!" "They are," Mark agreed. "I'm guessing Luna and her team will stir up some trouble later. On top of that, with our own marketing efforts and overseas sales, our will definitely be impressive regardless if it's for the merchandise or the comic."

~24 hours later~ Mark's morning began with the sunlight streaming through the blinds, gently nudging him awake. He stretched and yawned, feeling the warmth of the morning sun against his skin. Today was a special day; he was off to visit his good friend Welbeck, someone he hadn't seen in far too long. With a smile, he swung his legs out of bed, ready to start the day. Dressed in his favorite casual attire, Mark made his way to the car park. As he approached, the array of vehicles glistened under the morning sun. Mark hesitated for a moment, considering his options, before finally settling on his sleek black sedan. With a confident click of the key fob, the car beeped and unlocked, welcoming

he needed help. First, he put water on to boil in order to make coffee, then he dialed a number. Adrienne picked up after the third ring. “Mark? It's seven in the morning on Saturday. "Sorry, were you in bed?" I need to talk to you. "No, we're up, deciding what to make for lunch." — in a way tolerant, she said, “Okay, let me guess. You read some obscure periodical, up all night and discovered some fascinating link between... No, I can't

Mark approached me soon after with a relieved look on his face as he smiled politely my way. “I’m so happy that you’re back. You cannot imagine what EROS put me through while you were gone,” Mark said with a hint of complaint. “You’re right, I guess I can’t imagine,” I replied teasingly. “He seems to be in a good mood today. He even showed up to the morning briefing. He almost never does that…” Mark said before beaming a smile my way. For some reason, he reminded me of a puppy waiting to be petted and complimented by its owner. Not that I was even slightly inclined to do anything of that sort.