Thragg Kills Mark Novels & Stories

Dr. Taylor stared at Mark's figure in horror. Just when he thought he could elude an entire battle, he was left facing his worst night mares. "Please, I beg you. I am sorry for what I did."He took to begging but this only made Mark even more angry about the whole situation. Mark grabbed hold of his neck and while staring him in the eye, he choked Taylor to death in such a fashioned and dramatic manner. Once he was certain he was dead, he threw his body away.

He has a home close to the border and away from the Packhouse. Lacy is allowed to come around us but doesn't. I feel bad because Lacy and I were becoming good friends, and now we don't even see each other anymore. "Hello, everyone," Mark said as he walked into the house. I am so happy that Mark isn't upset with me about me killing Chloe. We had a long talk about it, and he told me he understood what had happened. However, I still feel bad that I killed her. I wish I could have done something else, but if I didn't react the way I did, my babies and I would have been killed.

Chapter 7— Blind Wolves. Tristan “I've got you!” I barked, catching Mark before he hit the ground completely. His chest heaved, blood pumping out through the deep gash at the side of his torso. His eyes fluttered close, his weight sagged against me. “Stay with me, Mark!” I yelled, shaking him slightly to keep him conscious. “R–rogues,” he choked, managing to open his eyes. I shook my head. “Save your strength.”

“And I’d do anything to have him. If that means getting rid of your pathetic little ass, so be it.” She steps closer until we’re almost nose to nose. A sickly sweet smile twists her lips. “You know the best part? You could scream this from the rooftops and he still wouldn’t believe you.” Almost like the universe was listening, Mark steps into the dim light, stopping dead in his tracks at the sight of the two of us. “What’s going on out here?” he asks, glancing between us. I don’t hesitate. “It’s her. She tried to kill me.”

Because beneath the surface The past had just reached out and touched me first. That marking… It wasn’t just from my pack. It was from a division most believed had died with it. A symbol carved only by those who survived long enough to become something else. Something worse. Hunters. Avengers. Ghosts. My stomach tightened. Because if that mark was real Then I wasn’t the only one who had come back from the dead. --- “No,” I whispered. This wasn’t part of the plan. There were no survivors. There weren’t supposed to be.

Mark brought out a small dagger from nowhere and plugged it into his neck. Blood spluttered as he pulled out the dagger. The man held his neck and fell down dead. "If you come near me. That's how you are going to end" he threatened the others that were coming towards him. The men hesitated for a bit. They started moving towards him slowly. Mark got up and started running again. Alpha Nolan knew that Mark would need help to get away from the men. He struggled to get on his feet and followed them as they raced after Mark Unfortunately, Mark was finally cornered. He shivered and made loud breaths.

Sebestian's red eyes light up even further as he used his stregth to stab Mark right in the heart. "You get another heart!" Sebestian said darkly as he pulled the dagger out. Lifeless, Mark' body crumbled to the ground like a sack of potatoes, a look of surprise and shock permanently frozen in his eyes as if he couldn't believe he had been killed over someone like Ammy. Seeing both of his friends killed within minutes, Jace panicked and exploited that Sebestian had had to turn his back to him and Ammy while he had killed Mark. "Seb! Behind you!" Ammy yelled as loud as her broken ribs allowed as she saw Jace swing at Sebestian's back.

Mara’s jaw dropped, her eyes fixed on the glowing skin. "The Mark," she whispered, her knees giving way as she sank into her seat. "Kael didn't just 'take me in,'" I said, staring Thorne down until the old man lowered his eyes. "He didn't protect me out of pity, and he didn't die for a stranger. He marked me. In the clearing, before he took his last breath, he tied his soul to mine." I looked around the room, making eye contact with every person who had just been calling for my blood.

he cupped my face roughly, “when I caught him loading up a vehicle with all of your things, I just snapped. He was dead, and I was so mad at you for trying to leave me.” “But I didn’t,” I whispered over his lips, which were hovering above mine. While Trent’s little reveal was terrifying, it was almost better that Mark was dead… there would be no one to speak against me now. No one to know of my true involvement, and going forwards I would only rely on myself.

What was Mark up to? Mark raised his hand and soon a woman with a black sack on her head was sent in. He took off the black sack, coincidentally meeting Gwen's reddened gaze. Her eyes were seething with hatred. Mark paused for a while. Then, he smirked. Great. He loved Gwen's gaze. This was exactly the same look she had in her eyes when they first met. "This woman killed Claude three days ago," Mark announced. His announcement was like a grenade being thrown into the factory.