Novel & Cerita Marco Bloodline

Nolan’s POV “Marco, get another team of guards in here. We’re going to need the help,” I said. Soon, a dozen more guards joined us. “That’s all I could obtain without putting the pack’s security at risk,” Marco explained. “This is good enough, Marco,” I said. “Alright, everyone, grab a section. Start looking for anything about bloodlines or rare conditions.”

I leaned in and kissed his soft lips. 'And one more thing.' Dante said interrupting me. 'Federico's son name is...' he looked at me with those blue eyes and spoke his words. 'Dante Nicolas Antoïni.' Mouth hanged open and eyes wide with disbelief I heard his last words. 'With other words. I'm your brother.'

“Marco's uncle was Hidden Glen's Alpha. His cousin was Alpha Scion. Their Beta died two years ago, but they are so small, they didn't need a Beta anyways. Marco’s brothers don’t have Alpha blood. Javier is too old to go back and take over the pack. Marco is the only other werewolf in his father’s lineage with Alpha Blood.” “What?” My brain tries to catch up. “D-does Marco know?” “Yes, and he doesn’t want to be the Alpha of Hidden Glen when he gets back. Blood River is his home. I spent four months calling in favors and pulling strings to keep him here.” Dad sighs heavily. “Marco is serving in the war on behalf of Hidden Glen so they can meet the Council’s quota. In exchange, the Council is g

“Because you weren’t a man — you were power-hungry, violent, and obsessive. I did what I had to.” Marco’s fury flared. “And because of that — because of your little disappearing act — I shot my own son tonight.” The words echoed like a gunshot. Dead silence. Scarlet gasped. “What did you just say?” Marco glanced at her — and then at everyone else. “I didn’t know who he was,” he said, almost to himself. “I thought he was just a traitor — some man hiding my prize. But when I saw the birthmark… I knew. only men in my bloodline have such marks.”

Alejandro’s body slammed against the wall, with blood trickling from his lips. “Gabrielle!” I screamed desperately, but the chains cut into my arms as I tried to pull free. She was struggling, trying to fight him, but I could see her strength fading. Her body trembled, her knees buckling, and if Giovanni hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed right on the stony ground. “You don’t even know what you carry,” Marco whispered against her ear, his voice dripping venom. “This bloodline… this power… it was never meant for you. But now, it will also be mine.”

Marco leaned in close, lowering his voice until it was meant only for me. “That child belongs to my brother.” My breath caught. “You’re carrying Antonio’s bloodline,” he continued softly. “While hiding under Dante’s name.” “You thought we wouldn’t notice?” he asked. “You thought the Romano family wouldn’t connect the timing?” My fingers brushed my abdomen instinctively. “I want the Council to know,” Marco said. “I want them to see Dante’s face when the truth comes out.” A slow, deliberate pause. “This won’t be private,” he went on. “This will be public, Thorough and Humiliating.”

He just sat there, his icy eyes staring into mine in a cold and unforgiving look, making my heart snap. “My men are working on it,” I continued, running my finger over the glass top to ease off my nervousness. “She’ll be yours in no time.” The bastard just stared, his lip twitching slightly. “You told me that three weeks ago, Carlito,” Marcos said, his voice low and clipped. “I’ve lost billions! Billions! Because you can’t keep your side of the deal.” I parted my lips to reply. I knew I had to say something, anything, before he unleashed his rage. But before I could say anything, Marcos sprang up from his seat with a fierce speed.

I pleaded once more, my voice trembling with desperation, "There must be another way, Swiftclaw. Please, spare us. We're innocent. We don't want any part in this. Just let us go." Swiftclaw's gaze flickered with something akin to amusement. "Innocence, my dear Scarlett, is a relative concept," he mused, his tone mocking. "We are all prisoners of our blood, our lineage. You may not have chosen this fate, but it has chosen you. As for Marco, he too carries the weight of his bloodline." Swiftclaw raised his hand, and his command was met with immediate obedience. His followers, cloaked in their sinister robes, moved with calculated precision. Chains clinked ominously as they brought forth Marco,

“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?”