Attack On Titan Marco Bodt Novels & Stories

MARCO The weight of Danzo on my chest was suffocating. My head throbbed from the blow he’d landed earlier, and my ribs felt like they’d been shattered into pieces. The blade in his hand hovered just inches above me, glinting under the dim light, mocking me with its inevitability. My muscles strained as I pushed against him, but Danzo was relentless, pressing down with the weight of his body and his victory. “Well, Marco,” he sneered, leaning closer. His breath reeked of blood and spite. “Looks like this is it for you. No backup. No miraculous last-minute escape. And this time?” He chuckled, his grin wicked. “No plot armor to save you.”

Marcus jaw broke due to the strong impact on his bone . " I won't let that happen....if you are brave enough to fight with me " Marcus said challenging the beast of Vladimir. They both came in form to fight for their love . Ariel panicked seeing both of them . Ultimately Vladimir proved more powerful than Marcus . He shooted Marcus until his body was full with bullets . Blood drawn out of his body like water . His body became lifeless falling on the soil . Ariel's face lost all it colour becoming pale . Thick drop of tears started escaping from her eyes . She heard the sound of her heartbreaking and everything became numb around her . She didn't felt pain for a minute then her hands wrapp

Bobbie acted like she didn’t know about Mariko and Marcus. “Oh, yes. Didn’t Marcus mention that Marcus and I have a past?” She asked. Bobbie acted like she got surprised. “But Marcus mentioned that he only got one ex-girlfriend. And her name is Mariko Saito,” she bluntly said. Marcus seemed pleased at Bobbie’s acting. ‘I must recommend her to the director I’ve known. It seems like she’s good at acting.’ “Oh…” Mariko mouthed and nodded as she understood what Bobbie was talking about.

A storm was hidden in his eyes. "Who are you? Get out!" Marco snapped. He had recently arrived in Meawood City and had not seen Delbert before. He grabbed his bathrobe, put it on, and stood next to Harriet, staring at Delbert. The cold air around Delbert made Marco's heart tighten. In the next instant, Marco felt a fatal blow to his private parts. He gasped and fell to the ground. A chilling voice rang out. "Drag him out and disable him."

Arem who got shot on his leg waited inside the safe room and prays that the battle will ends. Anika shoved and bit them with her sharp canine. She's out of control and almost killed all of them. Blood pooled the ground and Darius saw it. Now it's time for Marco to land his final attack on the demon wolf. He's now weak and in pain because of his deep wounds in his belly. His color grey fur turned to purple as the blood-stained it. "I'm sorry but we have to do this!" Marco said and poke Darius' neck with his sharp claws.

His voice broke on the last words, but Brittany’s eyes remained hollow, fixed on that damn wall like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “I know how much you want Ace dead,” Marco muttered, voice bitter with helplessness. “But you can’t do it alone. He’s… he’s not human, Britt. He’ll eat you alive.” But she didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t care. With a heavy sigh, Marco packed up the box and forced himself to stand, each step away from her like dragging chains on his ankles. At the door, Caspian was waiting, his face grim. “Still nothing?” Caspian asked.

Marco said, circling the table as he assessed my position. He stopped beside me. “How do you know that?” I shot back, skeptical. For all I knew, he was just trying to throw me off so I’d fail miserably. Since when did the person teaching the game also compete against you? “You weren’t even holding the damn stick properly,” Marco said, chuckling at my attempt. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Black ink trailed down his arm. It was part of a tattoo. From what I could see, it looked like a blade, but I couldn’t be sure until I saw the whole design.

“Why walk away?” Nico didn’t answer. His grip on my arm was iron. I followed his gaze—and there, at the far end of the pier, stood Marco. Not armed, not rushing. Just standing. Watching. The lamp’s broken light caught his face, unreadable as stone. “Son of a bitch,” Matteo hissed. His rifle tracked down, aimed. “Wait,” Nico snapped, grabbing the barrel, shoving it aside. Marco didn’t move. He lifted one hand, not in greeting, not in surrender, but in something between. Then, without a word, he turned and disappeared into the dark where the Umbra had fled.

Soon after he completed swallowing, he waved goodbye to the group and returned to the training room. Marcus wins, says a beta with an ax in whispered tones. "Marcus wins, that's for sure. The physical strength Marcus possesses is too much for him to manage. " As she says this, Amira's focus returns to the television set on the floor. According to his appearance, Marcus is in good shape. And it turned out that the beta was correct. Marcus' body is noticeably larger than the other one in every way.

“Found something. Northwest corner.” Roc took off before I could stop him. “Roc—!” But he was already sprinting. I chased after him, heart pounding. We turned the corner and there he was. Marco. Tied to a chair. Head hanging forward. Bruised. Bloody. Barely conscious. Roc let out a sound I’d never heard from him before, half sob, half relief, and dropped to his knees. “Marco! Hey...hey, look at me. Look at me, Solnyshko .”