Novel & Cerita Morning Mark Comics

"The excitement or the aftermath? Yeah, it won't let you walk again. "But, of course, what's the use of walking when you've got four men built like me in the same room with you?" "Get over yourself, Morien." I tease. I keep wondering what happened? What is this now? How did we get here? Okay, one moment we hate ourselves, next we are friends, and next it's all hot. "You asked to be marked, right? These are one of the perks that come with it." "Perks?" I laugh again. "I'd rather say disadvantages."

The mark tingled on my neck like a brand of fire and ice. “Alpha Liana,” the Shaman said. “Please mark Alpha Darius to complete this union.” Darius’s mouth glistened with my blood. He turned his face over his shoulder to expose the point where I had to mark him. Without hesitation, I raised myself on toes and sank my fangs in his neck. He let out a low groan, his arms wrapping around me tightly. Marking him felt so natural, like I was made for him. I pulled my fangs out and said, “And now you're mine.”

Nyssa had already visited two Lunarsmiths that morning, and both had said the same thing. They hadn’t made the seal. The first had taken one look at it and laughed softly, saying the design was far too old for anything made in recent years. The second had tilted his head, rubbed the edge of the parchment between his fingers, and told her that whoever crafted it had great skill. By noon, she had gotten really tired. She walked through the market, but there was no information, wondering if it was all a waste of time. She sat down to get some rest. When a lady approached her.

Mark, too, was carefully assessing the situation, plotting his next moves with a clear mind, as each of them maneuvered within a game of deception and ambition that none of them fully understood. Mark woke up early in the morning, eager to read the newspaper. As he skimmed through the headlines, a sly smile crept across his face. The news was exactly what he had been waiting for—the announcement that Chairman Green had found his long-lost son. It was the perfect confirmation that everything was going according to plan.

I should’ve known peace wouldn’t last. Not after everything. Mark had killed Cholo. It wasn’t just a warning—it was a message. And people like Cholo? They didn’t die without leaving behind a mess. The mess came two days later. It started when Mark got a call. We were in the kitchen. I was making coffee while Mark leaned against the counter, shirtless, looking so good it was almost unfair. For once, things felt… normal. Easy. Then his phone buzzed.

Damian POV The morning after my fight with Kael, Mark wakes me before the sun and leads me to a part of the building I have not seen before. The door is metal, rusted at the edges, set into a concrete wall at the back of the main area. Mark pulls it open, cold air rushes out from the darkness beyond, carrying a smell of damp stone and old sweat. "Down there," Mark says, pointing to a set of stairs cut into the earth. "Your next lesson is waiting."

I should be through today if the other issues isn't more than the usuals. I should leave Germany tomorrow, I have to convince my mum and tell my dad about me leaving soon. Mark came into the room with his silly smile. He walked across the room and over to my side. "Good morning prince" he says smiling. "Morning" I said , getting up from my bed. "Good news" he says happily. There is something making him so happy this morning. "What's it?" I asked, "There is going to be a party for you." He says slowly.

“Morning beautiful. It's Easter Sunday.” I opened my eyes to be greeted by a naked Mark holding a plate with fruits. He placed them on the table. I pulled myself out of the shit. He covered me with a blanket as I walked to the table. “I am not looking for temptations early in the morning but definitely in the afternoon “, he winked. “hmm well I do not mind the temptations, all I do is appreciate them.” I grazed his body with my eyes, examining every part I had left yesterday.

Sometimes you had to choose the lesser of two evils and right now that was the chameleon. He was dressed casually in a pair of cargo pants and a t-shirt where chibi Deadpool and Groot from the Marvel comics were wearing onesies that looked like each other. Right now he looked like the sort of person she enjoyed hanging out with but looks could be deceiving. You can’t judge a book by its cover indeed. “Nice shirt,” Lily told him. Mark looked down as if he had forgotten what he was wearing and laughed. “Thanks. It showed up in a F******k ad and I couldn’t resist getting it.”