Morning Mark Comics Novels & Stories

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.

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.

I took a deep breath, deep down hurt. ‘I ended up hurt; he shattered my brother's dream.’ Before completing my speech, I remembered the offer he gave me earlier. ‘One-night stand, please, the offer is still available. I am ready; will the money be paid? I really need to help my brother; he must not drop out,’ I pleaded. He smiled, furrowing my eyebrows. ‘Are you trying to mock me?’ I asked him, but instead, he smiled more. ‘I'm Damien, the offer is still available. I knew you would come back,’ he stated. I could notice his ego.

“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.”

The dazzling morning sunlight did nothing to brighten Mark’s mood. He’d seen too much the night before. At first he’d been confused, there in his darkened car, when he’d seen the friend heading off to the bar without Cain. Mark had been planning to follow them and find more incriminating evidence, but what was he supposed to do if Cain stayed inside? Then the

When he turned away from the closet shelf, Elvis Brando a squarish overbearing man, was blocking his way, close enough that Mark could smell chili on his breath. "Skipped lunch?" Elvis challenged. I think I've got a stomach bug," Mark said. "Maybe you should go to Medical. You're sweating like a pig." Mark touched his damp forehead and realized his jump- suit was soaked through the armpits. "Im all right." When there was half an hour until quitting time, Mark paid another visit to the men's roomn and found an empty