Uncle Mark Long Way Down Novels & Stories

Three days passed in a haze of weakness and pain. The Wolf Soul Degeneration had progressed far faster than even the healer had feared. I lost the ability to shift the day after my diagnosis, and now I could barely walk across the room without collapsing from exhaustion. I probably only had three days left. Then, the entire pack erupted in chaos. The very same day, the pack announced that Kael would be mating with Ella, the heir to the Blackstone Pack, in three days. The Marking Ceremony would be the largest and most extravagant event our pack had seen in generations.

There was no one around. Only the wind stirred gently, as if whispering back to his words. For the next two days, Mark searched for me like a man possessed. He combed the entire village, but found no trace of me anywhere. On the third day, every household in Cooperville received a congratulatory card. The moment Mark saw it, he was stunned. His voice trembled as he muttered, "H-How could Eunice think this way? I've only ever loved her. Hayley was just a sister!"

He hung his uncovered light head. Nobody addressed or even checked Daniel out. Lawrence couldnt tell whether he was annoyed by being forgotten about or whether he favored it. When she arrived at the rear of the little group, the internment was attracting to a nearby. A name was cut into a level dim gravestone: Clementine Hunter M?ller. A kid, no more established than twelve, with dim hair and fair skin and tears spilling down his face, helped his dad - her dad from this other life?- - scoop the primary hill of soil over the grave.

The snow almost buried him alive. The snow stopped on the eighth morning. Julian crawled out of the snowbank. His lips were purple, but his eyes still burned with fight. Just then, a black SUV pulled up to the building. A sharp-dressed man stepped out. It was Alpha Marcus, the strongest Alpha in the North. He held a bouquet of rare Moonflowers. They only grew on the highest snowy peaks. The guards quickly opened the doors for him with wide smiles. "Alpha Marcus. Healer Quinn is waiting for you upstairs."

Andrew’s words echoed in my ears, leaving me with a sense of impending danger that I couldn’t ignore. “Who is my uncle?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “You saw him. He is now alpha of one of the strongest wolf packs in the region,” Andrew replied, his expression grave. “Landon La Vincenzo.” I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of Landon’s name. “Katerine’s dad is my uncle?” I asked, feeling a sense of dread at the connection. Andrew nodded solemnly, confirming my worst fears. “He’s been searching for you, and if he knows you’re here, he won’t stop until he finds you,” Andrew warned, his eyes filled with concern. “You need to be careful. Landon is not someone to

Finally, we both quit trying to force it and watch Kendra and his friend making out in the corner of the bar. “Well I am going to head out, looks like he is your problem now.” Mark states to me. He finishes his beer, slams it on the bar and heads out the front door. Well this is just great, now I am alone in a bar because Kendra is sucking face with some random dude. Exasperated I grab my drink and head out onto the smoking patio. I needed some air but did not trust leaving my drink unattended at the bar.

“Tell your second to take care of the palace and call Niel to join us.” “Yes, Your Highness.” After a two hours drive, they arrived at the countryside and Mark guided them to a small wooden hut where his uncle was living. He knocked on the door and a few moments after, a short old man wearing a white gown opened. “Mark!” he smiled widely and hugged the tall male. “Such a long time without seeing you!” “I missed you uncle,” Mark smiled back. “This is my husband, Niel.” he blushed when introducing him. “What a handsome gentleman!” the physician hugged Niel then his eyes grew wider when he saw Andry in a royal uniform holding Daniel who was still in his night robe.

“If I invite you, it’s not an inconvenience. Book the ticket. Bring a real coat. London will chew you up if you show up in a New York winter jacket.” He chuckled. “Yes, sir.” Two days later, I stood in Heathrow arrivals, scanning faces. Donna bounced beside me, holding a cardboard sign she’d made: UNCLE MARK in glitter pen, with a lopsided drawing of him. When he emerged, dragging a suitcase, he spotted us and stopped. “Oh my God,” he said, grinning. “Is that for me?” Donna held it higher. “Welcome to London, Uncle Mark!” “Thank you,” he said, crouching to her level. “That’s the best sign anyone’s made for me.”

"You little rascal, saying such profound things. I don't really understand, but we work hard for life, and he works hard to get to prison. Let's just help him achieve his goal." His tall figure started to walk out, but Malcolm stopped him. "Gilbert, find out what's going on first." He had already seen the news. It seemed Gilbert had done it. He was sensible and wouldn't do anything rash. Mark's little face was serious. "Uncle, don't use your methods to correct him. Grown-up worlds can't be educated, especially for old people like them. They only deserve a hard slap in the face." Gilbert knew what Mark meant. "Okay! You guys be good. Uncle will go take a look."

I didn't feel suffocated or anything. “Stay where you are, just a minute longer please.” My jaw dropped Mark just beg me. He ain't the begging type, he is more of the commanding type. “ No I need to go now.” if I stay here any longer, I will lose myself. I pulled away from his embrace. “That's him,” Trisha questioned with a grin plastered on her face. If only she knew that he was my uncle. “Who T**i.?” She looked where he was sitting.