Thragg Kills Mark Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What happened to them?" Mark asked his right hand man, Jonas. "They were caught by Dante and they have been killed. Good thing that Dante did not suspect that someone else was behind his men stealing his bags of drugs" Mark gritted his teeth, a swear escaping his tightened teeth. "That bastard!" "He killed every single one of them?" Mark asked, getting off his feet and walking to the table. He picked up a glass of wine. "Every single one of them as I have heard, boss."

A tear fell from his eyes: he tried to look at Winny, but he was turning his back on her. “Tell Winny–that…” he choked on his own blood. “That I’m sorry. I—I never stopped loving her. For... for the family," Mark wheezed, blood spraying from his lips. With a final, agonising surge of strength, he twisted. There was a sickening crack that echoed through the courtyard as Viktor’s neck snapped. That was when I also saw that Mark had buried a silver dagger in Viktor’s chest. They fell together—the tyrant and the brother who had finally found his way home. My heart aches. Even while the tropes fought, Mark and Grace’s deaths were too sudden.

He comes toward me and he pulls me into a tight hug while I start sobbing again. “Let it all out, let it out,” he says as I hold his shirt tight, hoping it will help relieve the pain I'm feeling a little but it makes no difference at all. “He's dead Hugh, Mark is gone for good now. Alpha Luggard killed him” I say and he raises my head to make me look at him. “We'll make him pay, I promise you that he won't go scot-free for trying to screw us over,” he says and I don't say anything in response.

I was glad to see my brother standing up to his asshole of a friend. "You'd have to kill us all." He said, making me smile in agreement. In a flash, he had my brother's neck in his grip, snarling into his face. He threw him in my direction, making us crash into a nearby shelf. My vision blurred at the impact. He sure is strong, but I can end him. Cara charge at him, biting at his right arm. He simply flung her at the window, shattering the glass. Mark was already on his feet, shaking in anger. His eyes had a very murderous glint to it and I could have sworn, I saw a flash of red in his eyes. That can't be possible, right?

Immediately, the crowd's attention was drawn to us. Blythe, body drenched in blood, finally abandoned Shannon to stalk toward Mark. Seizing Mark by the collar, he snarled, "Speak! Are you that bitch's accomplice? You'd better tell me straight! I've already killed once, so I don't mind killing again if you don't give me a satisfactory answer right now!" Mark's face went deathly pale as sweat beaded across his forehead. His eyes darted to Shannon, limp in a pool of her own blood, and his knees went weak.

“I’ve got a whole clip of silver with her name on it. Break the link now!” Mark laughed, his shoulders shaking. “You think that I’m the only one after Trinity? You think that if you kill her that it will do anything for this man?” “I don’t care!” She said and cocked her gun, aiming at me. “You’re trying my patience. Cut the link, now.” Mark said nothing for a moment. “I can’t.” “What the fuck do you mean you can’t?” “The hook, as you call it, is too deep now,” Mark said. “One of us will have to die, but you should take solace in the fact that you won’t have to see that.”

Adrian asked, his hand moving to the gun holstered at his side. Marko’s voice wavered, but he forced out a bitter laugh. “You think killing me will solve your problems? You’re wrong, Adrian. The enemies you’re fighting—they’re bigger than you. They’ll come for you, and they’ll take everything.” Adrian didn’t flinch. “Let them try.” He drew his gun, the metallic click echoing in the room like a death knell. Marko’s eyes widened, but before he could say another word, Adrian pulled the trigger. The gunshot rang out, sharp and final, and Marko slumped to the ground, lifeless.

Confused I take the scroll and he quickly flies away. "It seems you have figured out a piece of the puzzle. First, I would like to thank you for killing the waste Mark. He knew too much and sung like a bird too quickly in the end." Jessika screamed out upon learning Mark is dead. “You asshole!! You killed him!” She dropped to the floor crying. “Oh dry it the fuck up. Are you seriously crying over the man who so easily gave you up right now?” My mother said laughingly. Blocking them out I continued to read the scroll.

I always could. "You’re lucky I don’t kill you right now," Mark hissed, his voice a venomous whisper, his dark eyes gleaming with something ugly. "But this isn’t over." I rolled my eyes, my expression bored, though my fingers twitched with the urge to lash out. "Oh, boo-hoo," I drawled, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "You threaten me like it’s new information, Mark. You’ve been trying to kill me since day one. What’s different now?"

I staggered onto my feet, wiping the tears away. "What did you say?" Jacob asked, his voice deceptively calm. I swallowed hard, my limbs shaking "Don't kill Liam, m... mark me instead." I whispered. "N...no... A...Ade....Adelaide... do...don't" Liam's weak voice uttered, causing more tears to well up in my eyes. Jacob let him fall to the floor as he stepped over him and approached me. He stopped in front of me, my eyes moved to Liam who laid in a heap, all bloody and bruised.