Marco Phoenix Novels & Stories

The not–so–young guy spoke. She smiled shyly, " thanks Angel." "So, brother, tell me. How has life been in the north Pole? " Marcellus swirled the contents in his goblet, wrinkling his nose. He'd hated the smell of old bottled blood, he brought the goblet to his lips, taking a reluctant sip before speaking, "As splendid as ever. You guys should go there for a vacay one of these days, you'd love it." Marcellus said. "I heard news of how you singlehandedly destroyed the Republic of the West. How does it feel? So much blood, how does it feel to let your predator instincts get in control? It's been awhile since we'd taken directly from a human."