Marceline Lyrics Willow Novels & Stories

Pain sears through my body. And the last thing I hear before the world goes black… “…Your power… belongs to me.” To be continued..

"I'm not ready for an assignment, but Marcus has promised to help me." "Help you with what?" Felicity pursed her lips. "I know you're going to oppose it, but I need closure. I found out where Maxon is. We left so many things unsaid, and I can't rest until I talk to him." Willow nodded understanding where she was coming from. "Where is Marcus now?" "He's in the city working on an assignment. He asked me to meet him there." Willow looked inside the building and saw Stacy sitting at reception.

For a moment, I thought I had heard wrong. “What did you say,” I whispered. Lucien stepped closer to the bed too. “Marla,” he said carefully, “repeat what you just said.” Marla’s eyes were weak but they were fixed on me. “Willow… is alive.” My knees felt weak as they almost buckled. My hand flew to my mouth without me knowing and my eyes widened as I shook my head slowly as if my body was trying to deny what my ears had heard. “No,” I said. “No, you must be mistaken.”

“Our little confrontation, well, his accusations really, was very enlightening. So please, spare me the lies. I already know how busy you’ve been. What did you think you were trying to do?” I didn’t reply but just let a quiet hum slip out. Marceline’s voice dropped lower and became sharper. “Are you prepared for the consequences of this? You want war with me, Abigail?” I leaned closer so Roxy could hear better, my fingers drumming lazily against my thigh. “And what if I do?” There was a sharp little laugh on the other end. It was short but humorless, and I recognized it well. “Then let me make one thing clear,” Marceline said, her voice like silk wrapped around a knife. “You’ll be crushed l

I look completely scared out of my mind. I sat dejectedly. I can't believe I'm about to lose Marcelene like I had lost Inaya. It can't happen again. If it does I don't think I would be able to take it. I would rather burn everything down than suffer again for the next one thousand years. My eyes caught something else. A piece of paper and on it was written, WILLOW. Fuck! I'll kill all of them. I'll make sure that they all perish in my hands.

How long until Marcelo finally finds out somehow? "Congratulations, Emilia!"

“I don’t need to escape. Because I’ll never fall into your traps.” --- That night, Adrian left the club with a blank face but steady stride. The night air cut cold against his skin, though his thoughts were colder still. One thing was certain: Marceline wouldn’t stop. From behind the glass window of the club, Marceline gripped her wine glass, her hand trembling. Rage and humiliation twisted across her face. “Very well, Adrian…” she muttered, voice low, almost a whisper. “You may have won tonight. But you’ll see—I have other ways. And next time, you won’t be able to refuse.”

My gaze averts to her lips, and I look away, trying to fight the urge to kiss her. 'This is just the mate bond that is making me feel this way.' I say internally. “Then you know she worked hard for this.” I snarl, but she doesn't even flinch. “I know. I found out about her presentation date while watching the videos.” She smirks. This psycho! “How did you get in?” “Marcel had a key. Willow gave it to him for whenever he was around.” “She is lonely, she doesn't say it but she misses him. Don’t you?”

The hope that I too, will soon be free like Marcel. Evangeline creeps into the dining hall and the screeching sound of chair legs scraping along the polished wood floor sets my already tender nerves on edge. She is now my only comfort in this cold and lifeless castle, since Marcel’s departure we have both felt a hole in our lives. Together Evangeline and I will put an end to the darkness consuming my father’s land.

“Publicly. Painfully.” “And when he casts her aside—” “She won’t have anyone left,” Marcelo finished. “No protection. No shield. No Dante.” Lillian walked over to the liquor cabinet and poured herself a drink. “Fine,” she said, lifting the glass. “But don’t get sentimental, Marcelo. Don’t forget who she is.” He snorted. “Please. I’d never let my heart get tangled in this.” She turned to him slowly. “You better not. Because if you do... I’ll destroy both of you.”