Attack On Titan Marco Bodt Novels & Stories

It was 3:00 PM. Twelve hours until my flight. Just as I was about to get up, an unfamiliar mind-link signal punched through my shields. It wasn't Rocco's. It was his Beta, Marcus. "Alpha, you have to get back here to handle the IPO! Now!" Marcus's anxious voice rang in my head. This was rare. Marcus was always so composed; he must have linked to me by mistake. "Alpha Damon of the Blackwood Pack arrives tomorrow! If we don't secure this investment, the company is finished!"

“You’re hurt. Your power. Serena, what happened?” I shook my head, trembling. “It turned on me. Like it didn’t want me to use it. Like she…” My voice broke. “Like Freya was inside it.” His grip tightened. Fury rolled off him, dark and wild. “She won’t touch you again. I swear it.” But I wasn’t so sure. The pain still lingered under my skin, like a mark she’d left inside me. Marcus knelt beside one of the bodies, frowning. “These weren’t ordinary rogues. They fought like soldiers. And they died like zealots.” He looked up, grim. “This wasn’t a raid. This was a message.”

I punched his arm and he stumbled. “What was that for, Capt?” Marco complained, massaging his arm. Marco is really just playful even during battles, he’s usually the reason why we end up blowing our covers and ruining the first part of the plan- to be discreet. That’s why we end up having more collateral damage than expected because of the aggressive attacks we have to make. Since we’re not hidden anymore, might as well just dash in and make ourselves welcome to the enemy.

Again, the crowd gasped at the brutality. Jett suddenly felt his vision spinning, his hand letting go of the beating heart and he fell off the man, once again getting on one knee. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the dizziness, the awful rushing of heat in his body. “The bite is taking effect. He won’t make it” The boys heard a cocky voice beside them and they reeled their heads to find Marco watching the scene with glee in his blue eyes. Feeling their eyes on him, the blond hair male turned to the little group and smirked. Ace, scoffed, showing him his middle finger and mouthing the words…

Hazel’s POV. The room was filled with the rhythmic, wet sound of skin hitting skin. His large, calloused fingers gripped my breasts, squeezing possessively. Each time Marco thrust into me, it felt devastatingly deep. I tilted my head back, swallowing a moan into my dry throat as our sweat mingled in a pleasure heat. I was still on his lap when the TV screen suddenly lit up. The voice from the speakers drowned out the sound of our breathing "...Big news! Frost Titans captain, Marco Marten, has reportedly proposed to the daughter of Hundreds Rising Entertainment's owner, Cassandra Sinclaire. The wedding of the century is about to take place—"

Marco said, making Letta widen her eyes. Was this really the same man who had once looked at her with concern and another gaze, now staring at her with anger and hatred? Letta didn't know her fate. It seemed Marco would never joke about his words. Letta remained cautious as Marco tried to unbutton his shirt that wrapped around his athletic body one by one, revealing the muscles that perfectly adhered to his body, and then enclosing Letta beneath him.

I mutter, dropping onto the bench at my stall. “The mighty Logan Shaw,” Marco continues dramatically, “captain of the Titans, destroyer of defenses, allergic to feelings—” “I’m going to break your stick.” “—has been publicly claimed by one Harper Lane wearing the sacred jersey.” Corey slaps a hand over his heart. “It was beautiful.” “It was moving,” Zane adds. “I cried,” Marco says. Cole snorts. I start unlacing my skates, trying very hard not to smile because the second they see it, I’m dead.

He did not expect to meet someone like that as soon as he got back to Luton. What was his fate? Ivan sat in the passenger seat and asked, "Mr. Marwood, what about… Marco York?" "His background, please." Ivan then recited what he had found. "Marco is an Athetinian. He was the captain of the Crime Investigation Team there. He was transferred here because he offended someone. Mr. Marwood, the person that he offended was a Lloyd." Anthony's dark eyes stunned briefly. A Lloyd? "Not sure if it was Corentin Lloyd or Cory Lloyd."

He was stunned for a moment, but his reaction was too late because I already had him by his neck. But what I didn’t expect was that a group of rogues would come and took me away from him. Marco shifted back to his human form and laughed, “You think you can win this war? No! You don’t know me at all,” he said, and he was fast because he was in front of me in seconds with his right hand on my heart ready to rip it. He was about to but he was thrown away by a big blow from Marcus.

Was I a bad person for celebrating Bryant having the upper hand after speaking against the battle? Like a crazed beast Marco suddenly lunged at Bryant, claws partially elongated and he started going at him. I jumped and gasped in shock, horrified at the fact that Marco was clearly trying to target Bryant's face. I didn't know if I should be thankful he missed, and that his claws instead scratched Bryant's chest. Maybe Marco thought that if Bryant’s face was disfigured, then I wouldn’t want him anymore. Caught off guard, Bryant took quite a number of hits before he was finally able to block Marco. Marco though didn't give up as he kept playing dirty by trying to claw at Bryant's weak spots. I