Marco Bloodline Novels & Stories

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.”

My heart dropped. I got up and walked over slowly, eyes locked on the spots of red. Marco noticed and said gently, “It’s not my blood, Maddie. It’s Lombardi’s.” My chest tightened with dread. “What did you do to him? Did you kill him?” Marco shook his head, his face serious. “Not yet, Maddie. I still need information from him before anything happens. But first, I’m going to clean up. I don’t want you kissing bloodstains.”

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.

She raised a brow in surprise when she recognized him. "Marco Accardo. Adopted son of Gabriel Accardo and biological son of Georgins, I don't know what your mother's name is and I don't care." She stated with lazy eyes, she let the knife pierce into his skin a little as she asked, "But I do wonder if you have a death sentence sneaking up on me like this?" Marco quickly raised both hands in surrender, "I come in peace and I come with a deal. I have a way to tackle Andrea in order for you to take over Gabriel Accardo's Empire."

Damian said. Marcus laughed once. “You think I’m the real heir.” “I think we need to know,” Damian replied. Zara stood up. “I’m not a pawn in this.” “No,” Damian said. “You’re the mother of the next Cole.” The word mother made her eyes sting. “I need air,” she muttered. She stepped onto the balcony. The rain had finally stopped. Lagos glittered below like nothing was wrong. Footsteps behind her. Marcus. “You didn’t tell me,” he said.

Not a lone rogue alpha. A mutant. “Oh goddess…” someone gasps. I don't hesitate. "Break formation! Fall back!" I shout, but it is too late. The mutant charges, barreling through our warriors like they’re nothing. I launch myself at him, blades drawn, aiming for his throat. He swings his arm like a club. I block, but the force sends me flying into a tree. My bones scream. I drop to one knee. A scream pierces the air. I look up in time to see Marco, no, Marco thrown across the field like a ragdoll. He’s coughing up blood, eyes wide in disbelief.

"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."

“Many men have abandoned the family, Rosalind. Before your father’s death, the businesses were already struggling. I have men after those who fled. They’ll be punished for the disrespect.” I tuned out. One name pulsing in my mind. “Who is Viktor Marino?” Marcus visibly blanched. Then he quickly fixed his expression. But I’d already seen it. The name shook him, and with what I already knew, I didn’t blame him. I wondered if he knew about the contract my father had signed. “The new don of the Marino family. Son of Darko Marino. He is the enemy.” I raised a brow. I expected more than just an emotionally loaded label.