Marc And Nathaniel Novels & Stories

Marcus and Dylan were childhood best friends just the way Nathan and Chase were so they clicked when they were freshers. "I remember, so shut up," Dylan waved him off. "But seriously dude, you're still going to build our dream house," Nathan said to him and he nodded. "We're going to be like Barbie," Chase said and they chuckled. "Barbie's going to be jealous when she sees it. She's got nothing on us," Marcus added and they laughed. "Can I have a minute with you?" They turned to see Crystal standing behind them. "Looks like Barbie did hear us," Dylan muttered lowly and Chase held in his laughter. Nathan sighed and stood up before follow her to wherever.

But as they sniffed the air, the growling turned into a confused, mocking murmur. "He has no wolf," a young warrior whispered, pointing a rusty rifle at Zack. "The Alpha... he’s human. He smells like a human." Marcus stepped forward, his heavy spear clicking against the ground. He stared at Zack, his old eyes narrowed in a mixture of anger and deep, bitter grief. "Nathaniel," Marcus said, his voice cracking with age. "You came back. After you destroyed the Ridge, after you took your children and left us to rot in this cursed valley... you dare to show your face here?"

Marie said. “You asked Uncle Nate?” I asked in surprise. “Uncle Nate?” Max asked. “Doctor Nathaniel Gardner from the Silent Prowlers Pack,” I told him. “The renowned doctor?” he asked in surprise. “Yes,” I nodded. “He’s one of Mom’s close friends.” “I did,” Marie replied. “Since this is important, and I knew he is someone trusted by the Alpha King and Queen.” It made sense to ask Uncle Nate to help since he could keep a secret for us.

Mara stepped into view, composed as ever. And behind her, another man. He looked far too relaxed for everything going on, like he had walked into the wrong scene and decided to stay anyway. His gaze landed on me, curiosity flashing across his face. “Well,” he started, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “so you’re the...” “Lucien.” Nathaniel’s voice cut in, sharp enough to stop him immediately. Lucien paused, then sighed like he’d expected that. “I was just going to introduce myself.”

He lived with his grandfather, Joseph Lachlan who was one of the richest men listed by Forbes. Nathaniel never talked much but always stood up against the bullies who targeted weak people. His one menacing look made the bullies question their existence. I sighed in relief when I saw my classroom from my peripheral vision. I almost jumped out of excitement becau- “Wait up Fatso, Where is my assignment, essay or whatever the hell you were supposed to complete? I turned around ready to be grilled. I saw Danika Williams and her minions. “I didn’t do it” I murmured looking down.

I was here for revenge, and I would make sure I get it. "Alright, Dominic, they can stay here for the time being, just for a few weeks," Marc said. "Alright, Uncle Marc," I heard Dominic reply as I tried peeping down the stairs, hoping to get a visual glimpse of what was going on. I watched Marc leave with Uncle Gavin, and standing right there at the door were Dominic and his men. I found it mostly hard for my gaze to retract from Nate. Why was he here? I was quite sure that even if Dominic didn't possibly recognize me, there was no way Nate wouldn't.

Elara stretched out her hand and greeted, "I'm Elara, Nathan's girlfriend. He mentioned that he would bring a friend along, so that must be you, right?" Marcus nodded. He was about to greet Elara, but Nathan took her outstretched hand and placed it in his big palm. He looked at Marcus and did a brief introduction, "He's Marcus, a good friend of mine. He has been overseas for a few years, and he just returned the other day. Don't be shy around him. You can ask him to do anything for you, and he would gladly oblige. Isn't that right, Marcus?" Marcus looked at Dominic and felt like crying. Was that really necessary? It was just a handshake, and it's not like they were about to hug.

"Outcasts, who by their deeds are not welcome. Rogues who lack the mentality to protect themselves. What do I care what happens to them?" Marc frowned at this. Since when did the Pack turn on its own? Yes, the missing wolves were rogues, but not by choice. With Roderick gone, didn't they deserve a second chance? Perhaps Nathan wasn't comfortable dealing with a vampire. Marc gestured for the phone. With a shrug, Thaddeus handed it over. "Nathan? Hi, it's Marc. I'm a-I mean I was a friend of Trent and Darren." "You survived." Flatly said.

But she simply ignored Nathaniel and focused her gaze on me. I could not blame Nathaniel for that. He was only protecting us after what happened to them earlier, especially when none of them get the chance to meet Joshua's mama. "What do you want? Did Marcos know about this?" I tapped Nathaniel's shoulder to ease him off. "Just want to talk to you, Lady Nathalie, please?" She requested me in a pitiful tone. "It's about my sons, Joshua and Justine." Before I could open my mouth, I enhanced my werewolf senses and crawled them throughout the place to make sure we could get back to the boat alive. Marcos and I had undesirable conversations before my wolf decided to leave the island for good.