Aot Marcel Novels & Stories

He had rich, chocolate-brown skin and large, expressive doe eyes. Elijah gave a slight smile. "Marcel, it's good to see you again. The trip was productive." Marcel's gaze shifted to me, his lips curling into a cheeky grin. "You even brought back a little pet, I see. Spoils of war... We almost thought you'd never get one for yourself." "It was about time," Marcel continued, glancing over at the second man. "See, Arnold? I told you he would eventually give in. Every beast needs a slave."

Marcel wondered in bitterness as he brought the phone closer to his ears. "What have the witches got to do with the simple plans I asked you to follow?" He gritted his teeth, dismissing the shivering omega who had clipped his toenail. It has grown longer than usual, and the omegas are always available for some lowlife job. That was the hierarchy of his pack. Because they were useless, Marcel has decided to make them useful. "I know they were there! Remember when I said those damn witches didn't exist? I just want to cut off their head!" Rogue— Marcel couldn't recall his name and screamed into the phone. It caused a nagging headache at the back of his head.

In fact, he often spends holidays with my family. Marcel is forty-nine with short, limp dark brown hair fading grey at the edges. He has a salt and pepper trimmed beard and soft hazel eyes. Outside of the frown lines on his forehead he only has some slight creasing around the corners of his eyes, but no other wrinkles to be seen. He always dresses sharply and is currently in black slacks, black Armani dress shoes, a black pinstripe shirt and a black tie with a gold diamond pattern in the design. He’s also wearing his usual gold wolf cufflinks. He loves anything to do with wolves, he even owns one as a pet which he named Blade, who is absolutely gorgeous! I step out of the cab as Marcel walks

Elliot stared coldly at Marcel. At that moment, Marcel barely managed to steady himself by holding onto the edge of the dining table. "I…" Lauren's face twisted. She immediately turned on him and questioned, "Mr. Coleman, were you lying to us?" She had to shut him down before he exposed the truth. Marcel lowered his head. "I-I've always admired the geomancers of Aethermark Sanctuary. That's why... Please forgive me! I promise I won't claim that title again." All he could do now was deflect.

Wyatt, sensing an opportunity, encouraged him, "Marcelo, the internet can be quite the resource. Why not explore a bit?" As Wyatt showed him how to post online, Marcelo responded with a lack of enthusiasm, "I'm not really interested." But when Wyatt mentioned that Renee became a topic of conversation on T*****r, Marcelo’s attention sharpened, and he paused, fingers hovering over the keyboard. Wyatt watched, convinced that this might spark Marcelo’s interest in the platform. When he refreshed the page, a new post appeared, clear and direct: "Marcelo King: 'I am married. My wife's surname is Hudson.'"

“I'm not in support of bringing her back. You went against pack laws and I will never stand with you on that." I blink. “What?” "Don't mistake my presence here for sympathy towards the girl, Aeron,” Marcellus says, his voice even and measured. “I am only doing this… because of you." “Me?" I ask with a soft scoff. "What the hell are you even talking about?” Marcellus doesn't answer immediately. He steps forward instead, closing the little distance between us as he locks his unwavering gaze onto mine. "You've already displayed weakness, not just before the entire pack, but before our allies too,” he says, his tone dropping lower. "You let feelings take over and cloud your judgement, went again

Alpha Aiden ran his hand through his hair, eager to hear and know what was happening, "would you fucking tell me already?" **And now Back in New Orleans**... Over the time, Marcellus and his mate whose name was Morgana Le Fay had gotten along and gotten to know each other very well. Marcellus was very glad that he finally found his mate and they both accepted each other making it very exciting. That day when he first saw her, it took him sometime to win her and now they were together. His aunt Nara had suspected it but waited for Aiden to tell her and when he finally did, she chuckled and told him that she already knows.

“Did you not do a background check on me before coming here? You should know that much already,” A malicious smirk twisted Marcel's lips as he flashed Zoe a contemptuous look, “Since you came you must have quite an ambition to have come here today, I should at least give you an answer,” he continued, his gorgeous greenish blue eyes gazing at her.

Marcel told her. "Then we invite her over, I don't believe you won't be able to snatch the truth from her," Macy indirectly praised his ability. "You don't understand, do you?" Marcel's brows were furrowed now, " Ruth is a little ant that I can squash beneath my feet without a blink, however, she has too many supporters," He turned to face her, "As much as we are a strong clan, I don't think that I can survive the whole underworld coming at me. Moreover, I'm in no mood to create more enemies with my guns still missing - that's enough trouble on my plate already,"

“Trust Aunt Nadia to make him grateful that he didn’t come with us . Do you want to go surfing?” I turned to look at him, my eyes widening. “No, I am terrified of the waves. What if it crashes over me?” Marcel’s hands left mine, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “It wouldn’t crash on you as long as I am there with you” I chuckled at his words. “You seem so confident that you feel like even the seas would obey you” He laughed. “I am Marcel, everyone and everything obeys me. The sea’s no exception”