Marcille X Izutsumi Novels & Stories

Marc leaned in with a smile, whispering in my ear, “You look stunning tonight.” I forced a smile, nodding, but my gaze was locked with Zane’s now. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. His eyes burned with something I didn’t want to name—possession, fury… longing? The lights dimmed slightly, drawing attention to the center stage. A spotlight fell on the podium, and Marc confidently walked up, adjusting his tux as he cleared his throat. A hush fell over the room. “I have an announcement,” he began, voice rich with pride. “Most of you know me as Marc Williams, the man who never settled. But tonight…” he smiled, eyes scanning the crowd until they landed on me, “that part of my life comes to an end.”

“If you were sent by my enemies or my son’s enemies to kill me please tell them that you did not see me. Goodness.” Just then the door of the living room pushed open and Marcel walked in with a bag in his hands. He frowned at the atmosphere in the room. His eyes stared at his grandmother and then his mother and father before his eyes fell on Izabelle who was still on the floor, her face grim as hell. He noticed that something was wrong with his legs and immediately dropped the stuff he was carrying and walked over to Izabelle. “Son, you're here. Look what this girl do to me,” the old woman thought that he walking toward her and her face fell when she see him move to Izabelle and squatted.

His thoughts were a mixed clutter of fear and anxiety. “A level 9 or 10 cultivator could exterminate an immortal in a millisecond, Maru.” Madame Ais informed in its usual cold unfeeling voice.

Black liquid, blood, soaked the dirty carpet; some of them had splashed onto her face and her khaki coat. “He’s so hot, even in death,” Marc said from her side. His name was Marcus, but everyone called him Marc. “It’s an incubus. Of course, it’s good-looking. Stop talking like that about a dead body. Disgusting.” Danica shut him up. Her coat stripped off, she wiped the smelly blood off of her face with it.

Jarred asked obviously referring to the mark on her back. “Show them.” AJ said leaning back on the sofa. Oh god. Lillianna turned around so they could see. “You imprinted her?” Max sounded a little shocked. “Yeah…” AJ nodded his head as he took a drag of his cigar. Lillianna returned to face them in her seat. She was humiliated. “Why?” Max seemed intrigued. “Why not? Just to make sure you all know who she belongs to…” “Nice…” Max nodded his head at that.

“Five…” Isabelle was the only person in the room who seemed to see Gary. She smiled sweetly at him and blew him a kiss. “Six…” “I’ll see you in hell, lover.” “Seven…” Suddenly Isabelle turned and, faster than should ever have been humanly possible, hurtled towards the back exit. The door flew open and she was gone, the remains of the exit in a not much better state of repair than the now destroyed entrance. Gary ran over to the others but concentrated more on David. “What the fuck is going on?”

One month after… … Marcus died due to the Pandemic that swept the world. ♦ ♦ ♦ "Raise your head and look at me" Zark demanded, before him, was an illusory reflection of his old self. Marcel was reflecting the same ideals as his. Marcel's gaze lifted from his position on the ground and he looked directly at Zark, which he saw petrified. Pale skin like a corpse, empty eyes submerged in a perpetual darkness in which he had a single purple point, a black ring which radiated the purest of light was on his head.

I wonder if something's wrong. "Is there a problem?" I support myself on my elbow. Zeke holds up a finger, dialling a number I don't recognise. He says into the line, "Marisol the great, it's been a while."

I wiped my tears of joy; “it’s koukousei tantei.” “Yeah, fine, okay,” Marcella held her hands up in time with the roll of her eyes; “I’m joining because of Kudo Shinichi!” Then, she pointed her finger at the Detective. “Shinjitsu w* Itsumo Hitotsu!” My brows rose upon watching and hearing her imitation of the anime character’s catchphrase. So, I noted, “Detective, she has a better Japanese accent than you.” She huffed. “Well, apologies to the both of you. I have only watched the English adaptation of that show. I haven’t even met my parents’ inspiration for my name yet.”

THERE GOES MY PLAN, HEHE EVIL LAUGH. "Marie heyyy " I marched towards the girl that has dirty blonde hair with hazel green eyes, the same age as me, with a little height. Marie was wearing a blueprint KILLUA t-shirt that was a character of hunter x hunter ( THE ONLY ANIME I KNOW) with the sleeves cut off that was tucked in with light blue jeans and black and white sneakers. That was my friend Marie Markin. I walked toward her and we both embraced each other in a hug.