Marco Bloodline Novels & Stories

“Live, mija. Live.” Marco stirred, his voice a thread of its own. “It’s not the ledger anymore. It’s grief. It’s feeding on what we can’t let go.” His silver scars split, bleeding gold, code scrolling across his skin like a prayer. MARCO VASQUEZ: THE BROTHER WHO FAILED TO SAVE HIS FATHER. He clawed at the ash, fingers digging for the motherboard’s shard, its circuits dead but warm. “Elena, the knife’s gone, but the blood, our blood—it’s the counter-contract. We have to give it everything.”

“Get everything we need. I'm going to get her back. No matter what. No matter what it takes.” Marco, though he was loyal to a fault, was also a man who was a part of the family business. He was a realist. He had to ask the question. “Don Marino,” he said, his voice filled with concern. “Are you going to give in to her demands? Are you going to give her the empire?”

Kael was asleep now, cradled in a nurse’s arms outside the door. Silas turned to face me fully. “Tell me. I have a right to know.” I exhaled slowly. I couldn’t keep lying. Not anymore. “It’s the bloodline,” I said, voice quiet. “It’s in me… and it’s in them.” “What bloodline?” I glanced around, then pulled him into the hallway. The fluorescent lights above buzzed quietly as we stood just outside the chaos we had left behind. “Marcus Draco.” His jaw tightened. “The warlock who vanished two decades ago. Some say he died. Others think he went mad.”

“Then they will learn what it means to mistake blood for loyalty.” A figure detached from the crowd. Tall. Immaculately dressed. Familiar in the way nightmares are familiar. “Careful,” the man said calmly. “That is a dangerous line to cross, cousin.” Luca’s jaw tightened. “I wondered how long it would take.” Aria’s pulse spiked. She turned fully now. “Who is this.” Luca did not look away from the man. “This is Marco Valen. Heir to what remains of my family.”

Luciano continued slowly, “it’s not normal. Not even among wolves.” “I figured that out already,” I muttered. His gaze didn’t waver. “It comes from something older,” he said. “Something… rare.” “Rare how?” He hesitated again. I took another step forward, closing the distance between us completely. “Luciano,” I said softly this time. “Please.” Something in my voice must have reached him. Because this time, he didn’t look away. “There was once a bloodline,” he said quietly. “A royal one.”

Marco kicked his leg and made him kneel on the ground. Beryl let out a low howl and didn’t move an inch from where he fell. Neither did he lift his head to look at his scary father. Marco felt utterly disappointed in this son of his. Beryl had got so many opportunities to prove his worth. He has Alpha blood running through his veins but what is the use of all that? When he is a coward, who would rather hide behind his slothful friend rather than showing his powers. “Where is he right now?” Marco asked in a low grunting tone.

“Now.” In the living room Damian had pulled out a whiteboard. Like this was some kind of war room. “Obasi wants the company,” Damian said. “He swapped babies twenty-eight years ago. Me and… someone else.” Marcus went completely still. “DNA test tomorrow,” Damian continued. “All of us. And the baby when it’s born.” Zara’s stomach flipped. “You think—” “I think Obasi wouldn’t be this desperate unless the bloodline was wrong,” Damian said.

"You think I care about the puzzle? I didn’t ask for this chaos. My focus should be on leading my pack, not on babysitting a hybrid with unknown ties!" "Is that what you think it is? Babysitting?" Qwin challenged, her voice rising slightly. "Irwin is the only hybrid connected to our Bloodlines Dorian. You cannot dismiss her so easily." The weight of her words settled heavily in the air. Dorian took a step back, the implications of Qwin’s statement crashing over him like a wave. "What are you saying, Grandmother?" "Yes," Qwin replied, her tone now measured, almost conspiratorial. " You made that decision when you refused full blooded wolf that wanted you."

Selene whispered, her voice breaking. "No," Marek said, his voice trembling as he held up his staff. "Not her father. That is Kaelen the First. The founder of the Crescent Moon. The man who was supposed to be the First Alpha." "He didn't die at the Red Massacre," Elias realized, the poison in his blood screaming in recognition. "He started it." The Truth of the Bloodline

Marco said "Why would you tell him we're business partners besides who would tell him if you never leave here" George said pulling out a gun and pointing it towards Marco. Marco laughed whilst saying "You think you can kill me to hide the evidence hahaha... I AM THE ONLY LEGITIMATE AND SOLE HEIR TO THR KINGS’ CLAN, THE LARGEST, MOST POWERFUL, AND MOST CAPABLE CLAN IN THE STATES, trust me you do not want to make an enemy of us”