Muichiro Marked Novels & Stories

“I-” “Sir Markov. Captain Indigo would like to have a word with you.” One of the hunters guarding the door comes forward and informs Markov. Markov heaves a sigh. “Just the person to make this day complete.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice before turning to the hunter with a curt nod. “Let him in. There’s someone that I would like him to meet. Plus, it would save me some time to inform him now rather than later.”

Amber's cheeks turned red when she remembered that moment. Amber hadn’t marked Darach on his neck as he did to her. She had marked his skin above his heart. Her message very clear, his heart belonged to her. Amber was demolishing many stereotypes. She was the first woman in the history of Lycans who had marked her male. “I think we will leave you two for some quality time alone. We will take Isak with us.” Aric muttered uncomfortably. He always got uncomfortable whenever Amber and Darach flirted with each other.

She stood, turned, and glanced at the uniform. “Looks like you weren't fired.” “Nope. You're stuck with me for a while.” William said, putting on his helmet. “I don't mind.” She handed him a small slip of paper with an address written on it. “Did Michelle come to work today?” William asked, pocketing the note. “Yes, she is at the counter. Now off you go.” William swung onto the scooter, started the engine and pulled away. He rode across the town until he reached a red light and rolled to a stop. He tapped his fingers absently against the handlebar, waiting. Then something made him glance to his left… instinct, maybe, or just boredom.. and his breath caught in his throat.

Don't forget the sunglasses to dispel the glare that hits nature. It's not difficult to find Antonio's address. Now Mark has arrived at the residence of one of the grandchildren of Zoku's descendants. The maid greeted him and immediately brought Mark to Han, Antonio, and Grandpa Zoku. Fix This time the case must be tough. thought Mark. "Markus, I called you because of your mistake," Han said starting the conversation. Markus, who was originally silent, looked at Han in surprise, "Are you kidding me?" Where has he ever made a mistake Markus is just messy at home, when outside and at his bar, he will look neat so that people are afraid of him.

Michelangelo gritted his teeth. He too looked around and saw all the people waiting for Tikhon. First, his eyes fell on Ishida Masayuki, the scary leader of Limiri Cosca from Thobhu Limiri, dressed sharply in a grey suit. His strict face was enough to instil fear in even the most fearless people.

"You are a werewolf Bree and have been marked by a monster who your mate.. Hey guys don't forget to like. The next chapter has been uploaded on d****e @davi's story place on d****e. Bye for now

Would’ve I was dead? I quickly got up from my bed, turning on the lights. I ran over to my mirror and looked at myself in horror. There was a huge bite mark on my right shoulder. It was still slightly red, but it couldn’t have healed this quickly. I ran my hands over the new sore, grimacing when I felt pain. It wasn’t a dream?

Elizabeth said as she looked at her nails “It wasn't a big deal either...” “Because the elevator started to move...” “You think we would have reached to something else there? Ha! Don´t make me laugh...” “I'm running the security in this building, Mills. I've seen you and Paul in action. Although.” He continued saying to everyone's astonishment “I have to admit that I have that video just for me...” “You are a fucking, dirty, sick sadist!” Elizabeth was all over him, but I acted quickly and can stop taking her by the waist “Let me go, Mark! I kill him! I swear I will!”

Hadn't he said enough already? When I reached the penthouse, Markos was waiting. His face was unreadable, his eyes cold. "Sit,"

It was a simple child's carving, rough around the edges, but made with care. Noah turned the wooden wolf over. Burned deep into the bottom of the wood was a single, clean symbol. A crescent moon with a jagged line through it. Cassian’s mark. A soft, sad smile spread across my face. Noah stared at the symbol for a long moment before slowly closing the lid of the box, his expression completely at peace. "He's fine," Noah said softly, his voice thick with a brother's relief. I reached over, wrapping my fingers tightly around Noah’s arm.