Shay Marken Marvel Novels & Stories

"I met the demon you had a contract with. The one who granted you the full power of that dagger. We get along well, you know. His name is Marcus. He was also on my team when I was still researching how to make a place like this which connects the Netherworld, Heaven, and the Land of the Living. He said he'd love to meet you again if he ever get the chance." "Really?" Was the only word Shane said upon knowing that some punk was able to get close to Mara. He feels a little jealous... or maybe very jealous because that demon was able to spend so much time with Mara while he was left here to wait for years. He pouted and then slightly tilted his head. "Yes, ang guess what? I feel a little bad fo

“Still, you can’t spend your night outside; you must come back home. That’s all I’m asking.” Shelly had hoped that Mark would react to her sudden mercy with gushing gratitude and joy as though she had bestowed him a benediction. Reality, however, was contrary to her expectation—Mark merely held her gaze with an emotionless poker-face. “Spare me your pretense. I’m right here eating with you, aren’t I? What, you want me to crack you a wide, happy grin? Sorry, I’m physically unable to smile right now—logical, I guess, since no man cracks a smile when they’re being held hostage,” he replied flatly. “Honestly, you can only afford to be so brazen and unbridled now because of that leverage you have

A scout from a neighboring pack, one thought long scattered in the war. In his hand was a sigil drawn in dirt and blood. Not of the Broker, not of Striker. A new mark, unfamiliar but pointed directly at us. Mia stepped forward, knelt beside him, and read the final breath he whispered into her ear. Her face changed not in fear but in recognition. Something she thought buried had just clawed its way out of the grave. “We’re not done,” she said, rising to her feet. “And this time, it isn’t about me.”

TAE My pack believed that we were special. Hand picked by the Goddess and made protectors. They call it Hwansu in our tongue – Phantom beast. That was before they were attacked and shredded by marauders. If my pack saw me right now, cowering and hiding all because I thought I saw my tormentor, they’ll toast me for shaming our legacy. All because of Ronan fucking Blackwood. “Sunny?” I flinch at the mocking tone in Ronan’ voice and press my back against the wall, praying that the waste bin is large enough to hide my small frame.

I glance at my parents. " It is spelled so that no one can read it, but we learned royal blood opens it," he says. My father reaches his fingers into my mother's hair and releases one of the pins holding her strands. He gives it to me. " Prick your thumb and let your blood fall on the blank page," he instructs. I do that, and I watch as words in italic font appear. Title: The Goddess's Mark. A marked shifter possesses divine powers from the goddess's lake; the powers will reveal themselves once they change into their true form. Because of these powers, evil power-seekers seek out marked wolves for their energy and blood. A marked wolf must be protected.

Leave me. “So you’re leaving,” I muttered, my voice breaking into something barely audible. “I… I…” Mariah stammered, torn, but I didn’t hear the rest. My throat burned as hot tears spilled before I could stop them. Everything felt too heavy…too much. My mate. Her mate. The bond. The mark. My new self. The Red Moon. It all pressed down on me until I couldn’t hold it in. “Don’t cry, Astria,” Thessia said gently, her words carrying that soft wisdom that always managed to soothe. “The Moon Goddess has her plans for us. We can only trust her and be thankful.”

“You don’t get to decide that.” The room fell quiet. When he spoke again, his tone had changed. “I already have.” Bella’s breath stuttered. “You don’t know me,” she said. “I know enough, more than you even think.” The shadows stirred again. For a heartbeat, she thought he might step into the light, and her muscles tensed in anticipation. He did not. Instead, he said, “You wear a mark not meant for you.” Her hand flew instinctively to her shoulder, where the cufflink still rested beneath the fabric of her cloak.

It can be said that half of the guests were partners or connected to the company of the Suzuki's and Shimizu's. "Congratulations Mr. Evans and Ms. Suzuki. We all hope that the two of you would have a great wedding and be able to build your own family in the future. Now then, Madam Shimizu there is still someone here who would like to greet you with a happy birthday. Please welcome the head chef and owner of the restaurant 'Ma-Sa-Ya', Mr. Ken Satoshi!" said the host who announces the arrival of Ken. Ken went towards the stage and got the mic from the host.

Caitlyn's POV Even as someone who hadn't witnessed many scenes of war, I could now analyze the situation in front of me and recognize it as unfavorable for us. "Damn, I didn't expect the Alpha of a small pack to be so scheming," Talon remarked. Talon looked up at the enemies closing in around us, and his hands tightened slowly. "Well, Pantheon, do you appreciate the gift I've bestowed upon you?" Alpha Shaco shouted at my father, commanding the werewolf warriors.