Marceline Willow Lyrics Novels & Stories

The thin sheet of paper trembled in the silence for a long time, like the final echo of a departing voice. Tears finally broke free from Marcel's lashes and splashed onto the letter, landing atop tear stains that had already dried there. "Cedric..." Marcel's fingers tightened around the page until his knuckles turned white. Delilah stared at the neat handwriting covering the letter, her chest filling with an indescribable ache. The man who had always listened to them, who had grinned foolishly and declared himself the happiest person in the world, had been forced by their betrayal to grow wings.

Marcella's apartment felt different as she moved through it while packing up her belongings. It was still quite early in the morning and finally learning the truth about Lucas, about their bond and the depth of his suffering, had transformed her world. There was nothing left for her in Willowdale now; she had to find Lucas and make him understand that she had always wanted him, no matter the circumstances.

"Fortitude your fears and let your wings spread apart.. Fly up until you reach the place where you've been aiming." "Let the havoc in you unleash, Be a raging fire and spread everywhere." Harold's song was interrupted as the bell rang loudly. "Might be the pizza man." He kept his guitar aside and walked upto to the door. And Helen was lost in her own world, she was all ready to set fire not only on Marcel's domain but to every kingdom who does crimes. "Mom??!!" Harold stood there with a box of pizza. "No..um..were you saying something??" She asked with smile.

She smiled and nodded. "105 is the number that comes to my head. When I think of all the years I want to be with you ..." we applauded when Malcolm started the song. "Yas go, Jason Derulo!" exclaimed Bea. "I'll say, will you marry me? I swear that I will mean it," Malcolm sang in the chorus. I turned to face Emilianna with a smile. I grinned as I looked at Emilianna. Is Malcolm planning on proposing? Emilianna burst out laughing and shook her head. I simply smiled at her and poked her on the side. "Stop it, Nola," she said while chuckling.

he replied and I was left shocked. What? ★ Marcel was alone in his quiet room but his thoughts weren't quiet. You have tried it your way and it didn't work. Those girls you brought were despicable and unpleasant. Now we want you to give us what we want - his eyes glow a bright blue. “What do you want?" Marcel asked. You already know what we want but still we will tell you again. We want the girl. Give us the girl - his eyes burnt red. “You want the girl so badly?"

My eyes opened and our eyes collided. His heavy breathing hit my face. Tears filled my eyes. I blinked them away. I was trying not to cry in front of him. Few drops managed to escape my eyes. Marcel kissed my tears away, with his soft lips before bringing back his eye to mine. "After what we just did, don't ever think of yourself as nothing," Marcel told me. "You're far greater than any she-wolf I've ever met." I nodded. He again kissed my neck. The door suddenly opened. Marcel and I were still naked in bed. Our eyes went to the door. My eyes closed for a moment. When I opened them I saw the Luna Trina Bloode-Wolffinton.

Marcel warned, ragingly pointing her long slender fingers inches away from his face. “Come on, this cash is my ticket to getting a new guitar. If I’m not in there then some lucky bastard is going to steal my barrowed strings and! afford to buy a new masterpiece.” “So, there’re replacing us too? This is just…. cruel.” Marcel disappointedly mumbled. After all the hard work she had put into practicing and begging Jesse to talk to the club owner just so they could finally get that one ‘big’ brake in life as a struggling rock band, this was how they repaid her?

Willow looks towards Marcel, her head shaking. “No!” Standing up she looks around herself, her lips turning up as she steps towards Marcel. “Marcel, what the hell?” Dan looks at him as he backs out the room. “It isn’t possible!” Marcel’s words are loud as his head shakes. “It isn’t possible.” His words are quiet now and he shakes his head realising somehow it must be; somehow turning her made her one of them without her killing. Willow watches as they back out of the room, a laugh escaping her mouth.

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.

Marcel asked in a calm voice yet he was panicking by my side. “So have you thought of what I want?” The altered voice asked. “I don’t know what you fucking want from me!!” For the first time, I heard Marcel cuss. “You still don’t know?” The person said, followed by the sound of clicking his tongue, “Okay, trust me, by tomorrow you will know what to give me.” “Just one more minute,” Zac mouthed and Marcel nodded his head. “What do you mean by tomorrow?” Marcel questioned. “It’s a surprise,” The person laughed, “It’s going to be a fun surprise, five minutes is up so the location must have shown up by now.”