Wreck-it Ralph Markowski Novels & Stories

Everything started falling apart in Mark Ryder's life after he lost the court case in werewolf city to Drake Down and Rori Reeler who was now Rori Down. As far as he could remember, his loss was a sting in his buttocks that would never heal no matter the amount of treatment applied at the spot.

“I am Mark Allen, Beta of the Goldhawk Pack. We claim a street down from here, but this is neutral ground.” “The Goddess's blessings on Goldhawk Pack,” I reply, formally. “Aiden Cooper. I don't have a pack now. I'm a student at Grenville.” I sense that there is surprise at the last part among the rest of the werewolves, and maybe a snigger or two until Mark speaks again. “An art student who fights vampires, and wins.” “I killed that one,” Paul insists, then wilts under his father's glare. ”I helped kill that one?”

"We are going to ask him some questions, like why he tried to put the blame on you when you weren't even in the hospital today," Anna scoffed. "Is there something more I should know?" He asked. He saw her eyes gaze above his shoulder, and then she shook her head. But he knew she had something more. "Sometimes I wonder why we still have Marcus here," Jones muttered. Rick snorted. Marcus was a human doctor who had been mates to a wolf in the pack, but sadly, a few years ago, his mate died due to unknown reasons. Marcus was heartbroken, but he remained loyal to the pack, and Ruck considered him an ally. "He gives me medication for my, uh, condition," He said and immediately noticed that Anna's

I shook my head at that for I had actively examined Mackenzie to make sure she wasn’t hurt by this man in any way. “No he didn’t hurt her in any way, I said.” Mark visibly calmed down at this. But he was still on his guard because he asked me. “So what did he do then?” “He told her to ask her parents about werewolves and fake alphas.” Mark’s eyes narrowed at this and I could see the sides of his lip curl in anger. “Damn Ronald and his werewolves.” Mark hissed under his breath but I’d heard him. “Ronald? As in Vincent’s beta. He’s behind this? What aren’t you telling me, Mark Pope?”

"Then fuck me." He chuckled, a deep rumble, his thumb brushing my clit teasingly. "Smart girl. Marco Ruiz local shark. Fixes problems for gringos like your Richard. Disappearances, bribes. Word is, he's meeting him tonight at El Diablo's warehouse by the docks. To settle a debt. Or a hit." He slipped a finger inside me, finding me wet and ready. "On you, probably. Richard's paying half upfront." My breath hitched, anger flaring as his finger curled. "Bastard. What else?"

For a second, I thought she might do something stupid after all. Then she straightened her shoulders under my coat and walked. Not broken. Not submissive. Just… moving forward because there was nowhere else to go. I watched until she disappeared up the stairs, the Mark on her shoulder hidden but humming at the edge of my awareness like a migraine that hadn’t fully arrived yet. Marco appeared at my side, having come in through a side door, blood still on his hands. “Well?” he asked. “Happy with your holy mess?” I exhaled slowly.

“Yours. Mason, I’m yours.” He slammed into me, again and again, punishing, possessive. His fingers bit into my hips. His mouth at my neck, then my shoulder—biting, marking, branding. He was fucking me at this point. He flipped me over and kissed me like he hated me—like I was the reason for every sleepless night, every twisted dream. And maybe I was. Maybe we both were. The sickness in each other’s veins. “I’ll ruin you,” he whispered. “No one else will ever touch you again.”

Kael was a spoiled child playing at being a king, and now his tantrum had spilled across the border. Caius paused, his head tilting as he tasted the air. He filtered out the familiar scents of damp earth, pine needles, and sleeping blossoms, searching for something intrusive, something that didn't belong. He found it a moment later. A foul, intrusive stench that pierced his sensitive nose, cutting through the clean scent of the forest. It was the scent of outsiders, tainted with the specific brand of arrogant desperation that defined the Clearwater pack. Caius moved towards the source, his silence now taking on a deadly edge. On the trunk of an ancient cedar, a fresh, pungent scent mark stea

"If he did something to you, then you need to tell the Alpha and Luna." "Thank you for your concern, Mark. I have to go," I said, entering my bedroom. I closed the door and locked it, effectively cutting off Mark's rambling. He was the worst person to find us in the garden because I knew he wouldn't let it go. I wouldn't put it past Mark to confront Alpha Harvey. Mark was bold like that, and I couldn't understand where he got his confidence. I assumed it had to be because he was a Pack Warrior in Training. From what I heard, he was the best prospect the pack has had in several years. I prayed he didn't confront Alpha Harvey. Mark might be younger and more fit, but Alpha Harvey had years of e

His captor snorted and turned around, giving the Alpha a false hope that he had been spared but just before the Alpha could let out a sigh of relief, life was drained out of him in the blink of an eye. The last thing he saw before leaving the works was the eerie smile of none other than Mark now standing tall before him while he laid on the floor, his body covered in blood. "Idiot," Mark hissed out, his eyes containing fury as he stared down at the naked and bloodied Alpha his wolf had dismantled. He knelt on the floor on one knee and picked up a bottle of liquid. He gently opened the lid and poured every drop of it on the body of the dead Alpha.