Marco Bloodline Novels & Stories

He heard horses galloping towards him, looking up, he sighted King Philp who rode powerfully towards him, his men following behind, his eyes filled with fury as his long beards added more fright to his face. As Robert's eyes sighted the old king, intense wrath filled him, his whole body shook in anger as his veins were visible, sprunting out to his dismay. Nicholas and the remaining soldiers roared in brutal anger and they began to gallop towards the army that rode towards them. With swords in their hands, the men of Linerdo killed their enemies showing no mercy. Blood filled the land as the dead men were seen sprunting blood out of their chests.

"Twenty million dollars." Silence. Alejandro’s fingers twitched. His jaw clenched. Marco took another step forward. "Do you know how rare it is to find a woman like her? Someone with lineage, someone with power in her bloodline?" He tilted his head. "Your grudge against her father doesn’t have to be wasted on a quick death. Why not make a profit instead?" Alejandro hesitated. I saw it. I felt it. Greed. That was his weakness. "Twenty Five million," Marco added smoothly.

"And that's Marco's real name beside it, not the one he's used for twenty years." "There's more," Giovanni said grimly, turning several pages further. "Names from at least four other families, including your rival consortium's leadership going back two generations. Marco wasn't building loyalty to one side, Isabella. He was quietly financing conflict on every side simultaneously, profiting from every war he helped orchestrate." The scope of it settled over me slowly, the true shape of twenty five years finally becoming visible all at once. "He didn't just kill my mother to protect a secret. He killed her to protect an entire empire of manufactured conflict he'd spent decades building."

she said to him. Kiran grabbed her hand when she reached for the needle in his arm. “Give him what he needs. I’ll be fine.” The nurse glanced at Malcolm as Kiran released his grip on her and he nodded his head. “Carter, we need to find more Type O candidates under the Zetas. The King might need more blood than his father can give him without dying himself.” “You just keep him alive!” Kiran said harshly, and sat back down in the chair. “Go, Carter,” Malcolm said in a whisper, his voice desperate. “And be quick about it.”

Marco wasn't just some enemy from Alexander's past. He was family. My family. "Marco built his empire on blood... but Luca was the only person he ever loved. When your stepfather killed him to cover his debts, Marco snapped. Philip, Marco and your father were related, cousins or sorts." I shook my head slowly, tears burning behind my eyes. "Then why would he want me?" Alexander's gaze burned into mine. "Because you're the last piece of him, the last D'Angelo bloodline. And men like Marco... they don't let go of what's theirs or what they consider theirs."

“It was designed to suppress rank and strip a man or woman of their wolf without killing him.” I swallowed. “But it kept failing,” he said. “Because there was one thing he couldn't obtain.” He stopped pacing and turned to me. “Ancient blood. The wolves from the old era—the true Moonblessed line—are nearly extinct,” Marco went on. “Those who survived the Great War crossbred to keep the population growing. Their blood became diluted.” He paused. “Even Salcan,” he finished. My brows furrowed. “And?” “And it didn't work. Well… it did, but it was unstable.”

But now, those words feel empty. “And what of Melissa?” Stephen asks gently. “What of your child?” Marco’s expression softens just for a moment. “I’m doing this for them. For her. For our son. My blood… my legacy… it needs to be pure. Strong. Only Lycan blood can secure that future.” Stephen exhales slowly. “You’re chasing shadows.” Marco’s eyes blaze. “No. I am claiming what should have been mine.” Stephen looks at his friend, seeing the man he once knew slipping further and further away. “I stood with you through everything, Marco. I followed you. But this path… it’s too dark.”

And now slowly resurfacing. "So Marco...he was part of this splinter group?" Cinthye gestured the tattoo. "He knew about the heir. He knew about me." Damien nodded in agreement. "It's possible. The splinter group was fiercely committed to the original Cator bloodline. They would protect the heir at all costs. And if Marco was involved, then his last words...were meant for you." A new set of questions flooded her mind. If Marco knew the truth, who else knew? Did her mother knew? Her father? Are they even her real parents? Was their family merely product of her imagination? Carefully threaded to protect a secret that now threatened to consume her?

"If the throne is being handed down to heirs, if blood is the deciding factor, if leadership is earned through lineage… then shouldn’t it go to the one who has already raised the heir? Protected him? Given him a family?" He looked down at Leo, who was now quietly playing with Marco’s collar, unaware of the storm around him. "My claim isn’t just through blood," Marco added. "It’s through guardianship, love, and action. It is not through unborn promises, but living proof." He smiled, very proud of himself. So proud for unleashing the chaos and making us restless. "When these two can leave their firstborn to cry until he dies," he sneered, "what’s the guarantee they wouldn’t do the same with th

Whatever he found in her face made him cross to her without a word and sit beside her. Cole came in behind him. He looked at Marcus. Marcus looked back. The complicated weight of everything between them — Lena, the years, the things that had been done and the things that couldn't be undone — sitting in the room without anyone naming it. Cole sat down. "Tell them," Rain said to Marcus. Marcus looked at the three of them. Then he told them. He started with the bloodline. Not with Lena specifically — with the history of it. Where it came from. How old it was, he spoke carefully and without rushing the way a man speaks when he has been holding something for a very long time and is finally, delib