Calamity Marcy Novels & Stories

Marcy waved her hand. “No need to show me that. We heard you arch-demons can be manipulative.” Marcy walked to me and whispered, “Busted.” She knocked me out. The only thought in my mind was I shouldn’t have left Mars. I regretted it. And now I’m in deeper trouble, and nobody’s going to save me. Not Mars. Not my father.

It was about war. And the Alpha and Flame had finally joined. Together. Unstoppable. Lily The storm broke two days later. Not from the skies—but from the north. Word came through the bloodline first. Whispers that tasted like metal. Warnings that set my skin to burning. “They’ve crossed the outer ridge,” Marcy reported breathlessly, tablet still clutched in her hand. “Three hundred strong. Rogues. Witches. Something else… something darker.” The war room went silent.

Carol continued, her tone surprisingly authoritative. Marybeth closed her eyes and silently cursed the day she made the trip to The Flats. If only she'd listened to Scarlett that day and stayed the fuck away from The Flats, she would never have gotten entangled with Carol and her crazy ass husband. But it was a little too late now to cry over spilt milk. So despite the devil on her shoulder screaming at her to keep walking and pretend she never heard Carol's threats, Marybeth found herself spinning around to face what was quickly turning out to be her worst nightmare.

" But I'm not over it Alice, I know I have no right, but the truth is , I'm really, really sorry, I did take you for granted, and I hate myself for it every single day, these wounds are nothing compared to that, when I lost you, I lost myself too, but I still love you Alice, I still do " Alice was so angry before, that she couldn't see the sincerity in his eyes, he was a broken man, and not just physically, he didn't deserve forgiveness, but crazy as it was, a part of her wanted to forgive him, she didn't think it possible, had only started to process everything, when she saw it, tiny red lights, they weren't random, neither were they reflecting off anything, these lights weren't like the tr

They would obey his instructions to the letter and the girl would be returned to the Voodoo Queen minus her virginity but in possession of the remainder of her earthly charm. He watched the newly created creature, Marcy slink up to the dazed and still slightly drunk sailor. The much stronger woman took hold of the man's cock and pulled it through his legs and behind him. She pushed him down over the table and sucked the flaccid cock into her wet mouth. The poor man shouted out his objections but he immediately went silent as she introduced her tongue into his tight little brown hole. She jerked his member with a frenzied beat and drove her tongue deeper and deeper into his pucker hole until

Which gave him enough stability to remain out of the lava, which he was now over. That left only Marv, who anxiously moved from one side of the bank to the other. I could only catch glimpses of her as I concentrated on not falling over, but she didn’t look like she planned to do any slime jumping. At least I would get rid of one of them. Then, just as I thought everyone had made their move, Marv ran towards the lava and hurled herself to her death, or so it seemed. She landed on top of Nyx.

Marco became trapped inside the fire. Victor was pulled from the ruins alive, but his spine was badly injured. Doctors said he might never walk again. Marco Colobo never made it out. I closed the news page quietly. Outside, the Melbourne sunlight was warm and bright. I do not know how long I sat there before Marianne pushed open the office door. She took one look at my face and asked softly, “What happened?” “Nothing,” I replied. She studied me for a second but did not press further.

Marc stared at the dark river — moving fast, carrying leaves and debris toward the sea. “What if I say no?” he whispered. “Then you stay hidden. We stay secret. Or we blow it all open.” Marc looked down at the chain — silver glinting in the weak afternoon light. “I don’t know if I can go back.” “You don’t have to decide today.” Damien softened — voice dropping to something almost tender. “Just… don’t disappear again.” “I won’t.” Call ended. Marc sat until dusk crept in — river turning black, wind sharper, rain starting again in fine, relentless sheets. The chain felt heavier now. Not a promise anymore. A question.

If he wasn't my brother he would be dead by now either way that mother-fucker needs to be put in his place. As the buildings passed by me in a blur, my mind wandered off to Gabriella. I've never had the urge to kill someone as bad as I want to kill her. The thought of snapping her neck brings a smile to my face. The Carson's have originated first in America but fled to Italy and that's when they first met the Sangriento's. At first we were allies but of course the Sangriento's double-crossed us and our two families have been at war ever since.

Marci cried out in panic and immediately fled. “Don’t be so scared! You’re the Great Historial Land’s Chosen One, after all! You’re immortal and can’t be killed!” James chased after her with the Dawnblaze Form. Marci shouted, “I’m warning you, James! Don’t get too cocky! If you touch me, your wife will suffer!” After chasing a few ten thousand light years, James could not help but marvel at Marci’s survival instincts. Her desire to survive allowed her to keep going at rapid speeds, surprisingly outrunning him.