Marc X Nathaniel Novels & Stories

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

It ignites a rage within me that I dare not unleash for my own plight. When I shift my focus to his adversary, I understand why he believes that hope is gone. “It required five men to subdue the large one,” Lord Marius informs my father. “He took down three of them. He’s not very talkative, but we suspect he’s one of the alphas—likely from the Midnight Clan. Quite an impressive specimen, wouldn’t you agree?” The larger male embodies the essence of the untamed and rugged mountains from which he must have originated. He stands tall, with a pronounced jawline, and his muscular physique appears as if it has been sculpted from stone.

I whimpered, and he stared at me like a real mad woman in the trashcan, "Xavier is more powerful than Xander. He is Xander's father and has numerous guards and dark magic. He sits on his throne in the Red Moon Pack's Royal Chamber and rarely comes out unless he is about to go to war. How on earth do you think of killing him in your entire life!!!" Hutton growled, gritting his teeth in fury. I bowed my head to the ground, reminiscing about his words. He was right: how would I ever kill Xavier? I won't gain access to him freely without losing my life!!!

“That sounds… intense.” “It is,” she said, rocking the pot. “But it’s also why the company is the best. Everyone works hard.” I swallowed. Hard work I could do. I can deal with stress. But working under him… That was something else entirely. Asma glanced at me again, noticing my silence. “I know you’ve heard about him before, even if you don’t admit it.” I froze slightly. “What do you mean?” I asked too quickly. She stiffly lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha Xander Marco. King of Nightmare Pack. Even humans know his name now because of his company.”

The not–so–young guy spoke. She smiled shyly, " thanks Angel." "So, brother, tell me. How has life been in the north Pole? " Marcellus swirled the contents in his goblet, wrinkling his nose. He'd hated the smell of old bottled blood, he brought the goblet to his lips, taking a reluctant sip before speaking, "As splendid as ever. You guys should go there for a vacay one of these days, you'd love it." Marcellus said. "I heard news of how you singlehandedly destroyed the Republic of the West. How does it feel? So much blood, how does it feel to let your predator instincts get in control? It's been awhile since we'd taken directly from a human."

​MARCUS ​I watched Nathaniel slide back into his hands, his shoulders heaving as the silent weeping took over his entire body again. It was a brutal thing to witness. I had known this man since we were twenties—I had watched him command international asset mergers, got paralyzed, came out of it strong, get betrayed and a whole lot more, handle hostile board takeovers, and carry himself with an intimidating aura that made regular men step out of his path. Now, he looked completely starved, his frame lean and hollowed out by an obsession that had thoroughly consumed him from the inside out. ​I stood up slowly, stepping away from the bed to give him a shred of dignity as he fell apart, and walk

Orion was sceptical as he eyed the letter before nodding and making his way out. I have sooner come to the realisation that Marct is either suicidal or he's the most dangerous, bravest person known to mankind. Or, and he's very resourceful, it seems. "How did someone your age achieve so much?" Messiah asked Marct. "Again, if I tell you," Marct looked up briefly to wink at Messiah. "I'd have to kill you." "It involves a lot of threatening," King Nathaniel said with a smirk. "Shut up, your Highness," Marct said, glaring at King Nathaniel.

Marcus Vale. The name sat on the screen the way a corpse sits at a crossroads, refusing to move, refusing to be reasonable, refusing to be anything other than the exact thing I had spent nine years choosing not to think about. "Damien." I did not answer Nathan. I could not, for a second, get past the fact that a dead man's signature was on a document dated eleven days ago. "Damien. Who is that." "Marcus Vale." Nathan waited.

*5 years later* Alex POV Have you ever wanted to be someone else? That was the question that I’ve been asking myself all these years. With the stress of life getting me down I couldn't help but wonder what it would of been like. But now I wouldn’t ever want to change a thing. Charlotte is strong, she’s a warrior in disguise. Never in my lifetime would I have thought that someone so small, so beautiful, would turn my life upside down for the better. She's over come all her fears and became everything the pack needs in a Luna plus more. We’ve made three beautiful children. That are more then a handful and keep me on my toes that's for sure. My daughter Lilly, she’s the strongest out of all th

I walked into the cozy room full of computers and took my seat at my gaming chair. I started working on my writing project in which I wrote about a person named Mark who wanted to belong in his new job but he couldn’t be himself in order to fit in. I was on page ninety-three and was really close to reaching the climax which was about Mark who finally snaps and realizes that he needs to stop acting this way, or he would be miserable. As I write, I feel someone walk in the room. I ignored it at first and kept writing. I then felt a touch on the shoulder and I turned to see who it was. It's Marcelo.