Novel & Cerita Attack On Titan Marco Bodt

Toni Pedrosa Bodyguard Report Profile, no. Wait. I grab properly the piece of paper and check it out. Toni Pedrosa? Toni? That name reminds me of Eren’s friend. But is that Eren real name? I never knew that he was named Toni too. But what about his name Eren? It’s written nowhere on the paper. Anyway, I will ask him later. I continue reading. There is his name, age, address, role, skills, height, weight and so on. At the end my eyes flash on his status. My hands start trembling.

I said gently, glancing back at her, “he’s going to be okay.” She gave a shaky nod and moved closer, kneeling on Marco’s other side. Her hands hovered uncertainly, unsure where to help. The front of Marco’s shirt was soaked in blood, the dark stain spreading into the dirt beneath him. “Marco?” she whispered, carefully brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Stay with us, okay? Please.” “He needs a medic—fast,” Tyler said, voice grim. My fingers trembled as I reached out through the mindlink. The thought alone—that something out there was strong enough to bring Beta Marco down—sent a cold rush through me.

"You did what you had to do. You survived." "Look at his wrist," she said, pointing toward the corpse. "The tattoo." I moved closer to examine the body, and my blood turned to ice. The intricate design wrapped around his forearm was unmistakable, Marco's signature mark. Every man who worked directly for him wore it like a badge of honor. "Marco sent him," I said, my voice coming out as a growl. "They knew I'd bring you here. They knew exactly where to find you." "Vin, there's something else." Marianna's voice was barely audible. "I've seen that tattoo before."

He stood to his feet, clearly agitated and all of Akita pack soldiers took a stance, ready to strike. “Patience has never been a virtue of yours, Marcos.” All eyes turned to see Devon, shirtless, and, Kiara’s mouth ran dry. It wasn’t just because of how well he was built - he was built better than a freaking Greek god-, it was also the way different scars splattered all over his body seemed to make him glow. “There is no need to ogle him like that, I have a better build anyway,” Marcos said, his voice dripping with jealousy.

The air snapped and cracked as Marco tried to force his way closer. He cursed when his arm burned against the shield, smoke rising from his skin. “What the hell is this?!” he shouted. “Who are you talking to?” He screamed at me. But even then, he never once looked at Gabrielle. His eyes stayed locked on me. Gabrielle was sweating, her whole body trembling, but the shield held. “I don’t know what’s happening,” she said in a shaky voice, still trying to protect me. Marco roared and slammed his power against us again. The shield blasted him back, tearing into his chest. Blood sprayed, but he kept coming.

Blood sprayed across the side of a shipping container, but not a single drop touched the pristine fabric of Zayden's lapels. It wasn't a firefight. It was a clinical, merciless execution. Within less than two minutes, twenty-nine trained syndicate killers lay motionless in expanding pools of crimson across the concrete. The only man left breathing was Marco Vanni. Marco backed frantically against the rear tire of the armored truck, his assault rifle jammed, his hands shaking so violently he could barely hold his secondary pistol. "S-Stay back!" Marco stammered, his teeth chattering in absolute terror as he stared at the carnage around him. "You’re a monster... you're a fucking demon, Blackth

The Tribunal Elders took positions on the highest ledge, their ancient eyes reflecting the strange bioluminescent light in ways that made them look even less human than usual. Marcus entered from the opposite side of the arena with a massive figure I initially thought was Viktor. But as they got closer, I realized this was someone different—someone even larger if that was possible, with scars layered over scars that suggested he’d survived things that absolutely should have killed him multiple times over.

Marco stood framed in the storm light, gun raised, hair plastered to his forehead, eyes wild. Noa didn’t think he tackled him. The gun clattered. They hit the floor hard, fists flying. “You little bastard,” Marco spat, grabbing his throat. “Still think you can choose him over me?” Noa gasped, nails digging into Marco’s arm. “Every fucking time.” Alessio’s shout cracked the air: “Noa, down!” A shot fired this time Alessio’s. The bullet ripped past Noa’s ear and buried Marco's shoulder. Marco howled, flinging Noa off, staggering back. Blood poured down his arm, but his grin didn’t falter.

We broke apart instantly. I ran with Mia back to the gate. What we saw on the other side stopped every heartbeat in my chest. It wasn’t just a scout. It was an entire hunting party. Half-dead. Covered in blood. And tied to a post behind them— Was Marcus. Barely conscious. Carved into his chest was the symbol of the hidden clan Varin had spoken of. And burned into the post above him: "One blood must fall.”

His reply came immediately. Of course. A pause. Then a second message appeared. But Rotterdam is only the beginning. Elara stared at the screen. What do you mean? Several seconds passed. Then Marcus replied. Marco isn’t attacking the system. He’s mapping it. Elara’s pulse slowed. Because that meant something very dangerous. If Marco learnt where Orion’s weaknesses were… He wouldn’t need a takeover. He could dismantle it piece by piece. Her phone buzzed again. A final message from Marcus.