Romans & histoires Attack On Titan Marco Bodt

“You shouldn’t be standing.” Luca lifted the rifle slightly. “Relax, boss. I’m standing fine.” He winced slightly as pain shot through his shoulder. “Mostly fine.” Across the courtyard, Viktor watched the moment with interest. “So this is the famous Luca.” He tilted his head slightly. “The loyal dog.” Marco immediately raised his weapon. “Say that again.” But Luca stepped forward instead. “Careful, Marco.” His voice was calm. “If the big scary mercenary hurts your feelings, you might cry.”

"The old Don...he knew...about the Cator...and the true heir." Flashes of images split her head in agony. Cinthye gripped her temple with curled shut fists. His eyes rolled back and the silence was enough to inform them another hero fought well. The medic was too late. Captain Marco a loyal soldier to the Voss clan was officially gone. His cryptic words hung in the air drawing another piece to the puzzle of the past they were about to unravel. A secret died with him, the war took the price for what they wanted to acquire.

He didn't move, didn't try to resist me. I palmed the side of his head and traced the trickle of water down his neck, broad shoulders, and firm ass. Inked in tattoos, I trailed down his spine, working my fingers along his fine olive skin. “Hmm…” He stiffened and slightly pushed forward. Studying the area, I noticed it was red and quite swollen. ‘Una corona sanguinante’ was crested on it. A bleeding crown. Marco… My eyes snapped shut. I had never seen him this vulnerable, not even when he had bashing blue balls.

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

Only his tall, commanding silhouette could be seen, his features lost in the blinding light. Many martial arts warriors present also found themselves unable to see through the light. In a shadowed corner, Ronan asked quietly, "Well, what do you think?" Noel nodded slightly. "He's very impressive. His physique is formidable—the Solar Titan Physique caught me by surprise." Meanwhile, Antoine said, practically jumping with excitement, "Bella, did you see that? The High Marshal is incredible! He's totally my idol! Honestly, he's way stronger than Mr. Snow."

No, this cannot be happening to me! “Stop it!” I scream once again, but this time louder than before, lacing all of my pain and hurt into my voice. I shut my eyes, awaiting my fate, but the next thing I hear is the snapping of bones, followed by a thud next to me. Slowly, I open my eyes, and they connect with those of a raging alpha. Roman. Marco is lying by my side with his head at an unusual angle. He is dead. “Thank-“

But standing there in the cold, March night, face a bit numb, it was the best I could do. He just stared back at me. His stare seemed to pierce my soul, as if he were seeing right through me. It looked as if he were debating how much to tell me. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, he opened his mouth to speak. “Caleb!” shouted a voice, and we both turned. A group of men – vampires? – dressed all in black, marched right for us. Caleb turned and faced them. Caleb. I liked that. “We have no clearance for your arrival,” the man in the middle said, deadly serious.

Titan tells her, still watching closely. “Uncle Titan, look at this shell,” Andrew shows Titan a shiny shell. “Wow, bud!” Titan still has Odin in his arms. Mars- Attack! Left. “Sil! Move!” Titan yells as he kicks the rogue in the head. Titan holds Odin tight to his chest as he fights off six rogues. One finally gets his leg, making him fall in the sand. Mars- MATE! Titan looks up to see Zaphyra rip the throats off the rogues.

“I’m bored. There’s nothing more to do here except place bets on some brats and hope that we choose the right kid to pledge loyalty to. I’m just curious what the afro saw in you.” For a moment, Zen saw a flicker in those eyes. Marco was definitely a lion beneath that laziness. He felt the pressure and swallowed hard. Even if Yelena and Bolt were smart and strong, Marco was a beast. There was no doubt that this man sometimes killed for fun. In some ways, he was similar to Johan. “Will you pledge to me if I told you?”

God bless and do comments and let me know what you think of my story:) . “I don’t like this…” Matei whispered behind Vadim. Right around the border of Marco’s old home, 70% of the soldiers in Makkari were called out to fight Marco. Knowing his past crimes and ability to turn his enemies into creatures from hell, Armand knows that they have to be as careful as they can.