Romans & histoires Attack On Titan Marco Bodt

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.

On the bright display a red dot keeps beaming inside a greenish map, some kind of satellite GPS, I suppose, for it's definitely not the usual G****e maps I'm used to. I frown once again, looking closer. I'm not that dumb as I'm a fan of all sorts of movies and I've seen this shit before. I'm about to touch something on the keyboard when the bathroom door swings open. I jump back instantly. Red appears through the door, shower drenched, wearing a white towel that hangs dangerously about his sculpted waist. Woah. My eyes widen for more than one reason. His arresting sight being one of them, it's the feel of being busted that makes me gulp.

Marco’s eyes widen, and I feel hatred emanating from him as he opens the bags to reveal his Alpha’s torn body. His mouth is a thin line when he sees the heart removed from Sergio's chest and looks up at Kai. “This pack will never bow to you,” he says with venom in his voice as his eyes shimmer to silver, but Kai had his heart in his hand before he could do anything. “What was that?” He says, throwing the heart to the ground and kicking Marco’s dead body to the side. He looks up and spots Carlotta as well before turning to face every wolf in attendance.

I mumble against her frozen skin, pressing a gentle kiss against the side of her face. My lips draw into a thin line as I look up and meet Viktors' gaze. He releases a rough snarl, rubbing the back of his nape and he looks away, searching the grounds surrounding us. The pitch of branches breaking, beneath heavyweight draws closer and Viktor spins around, drawing his weapon. "Cazzo! [Fuck!]" Marco hisses as he raises his hands in midair. "I heard gunshots."

“If they try anything funny on the ship, this number has one button. It won’t save us, but it’ll make them regret it.” Rob nodded and tucked the phone in his waistband. “Grazie.” Julian looked at me, then back at him. “She’s tougher than you, you know.” Rob smiled, but it didn’t touch his eyes. “I know.” Marco appeared in the doorway. Bald, scarred, silent. He looked like he’d killed twice before breakfast. “Let’s move,” he grunted. We followed, hand in hand, our rings catching the flicker of dying candlelight.

’ Anita commanded, Marco did not listen as he sunk his canines on his shoulder making Brice whimper. ‘Marco!!’ Anita roared through the mind link, Marco let go then ran back towards the direction of the border where they came from, the warriors were following behind. Anita laughed, she could not be angry at Marco, he was just looking out for her and it felt good to have someone like that by her side. ‘Bloody hell! I am going to kill your beta.’ Brice complains to Anita through their mind link.

“Nonsense. I have set up-“ Mrs Donateli continued to speak. But Marco’s attention wasn’t on the words his mum was saying. No, he began to shudder as he moved towards the figure on the forest floor laying in a pool of blood. “Topolino? Are you there?…You never listen to me even when-“ Mrs Donateli began to grumble at the lack of communication with her son. “Bye mamma, I’ll speak to you later,” he said into the phone as he ended the call despite the protests from his mother. Marco staggered towards the blackened body in shock. A part of him wanted to run away from whatever foul thing was laying on the floor in an unnatural position.