Marco Star Vs Forces Of Evil Novels & Stories

Venus’s soldiers, Marco’s soldiers. Venus's smile did not falter. "Rules, rules, rules. You can't shoot me there. You can't try to kill me there. It's. oh, yeah, isn't it fun?" I smiled slightly to myself. "Do you want to bet on that?" It was all I needed. Marco made his move, swift, his men backing him like shadows. I drew my gun, took aim, and fired. Venus wasn't ready. My bullet smacked into his arm. He yelped in surprise. His men sprang into action, but Marco's unseen men were on the move. Waitresses, waiters, anyone in disguise, they came out from behind Venus's men, disarming them before they could get off a shot.

"Money, protection, an alliance? I know you didn’t do all of this for no reason.” Marco's grin spread to nearly the width of his face. "Those are tempting options, but I want something much more worthy of my time. I want you to suffer. I want you to watch while I carve up the woman you love, and to know that you and your brothers are next. We were so close to getting your dear leader before, but we missed by a hair. We won't miss this time." Something shifted in his eyes, like a deep, murky darkness untouched by most people. That sort of evil was only present in a rare few. He wanted blood, and he didn't care how it happened.

"Most people don't speak to me the way you just did. I find it... interesting." "Interesting?" I stepped closer to the table. "My mother is fighting for her life in a hospital bed right now. My family's legacy is about to disappear because of a scandal we didn't cause and you're sitting there talking about interesting. This is my life you're playing with, Lucian." "I know exactly what's at stake. My grandfather made this condition non-negotiable. I need the merger as much as you do. The Aries name carries weight, but recent market shifts have made alliances necessary. This marriage buys us time and trust."

But he won’t move. He’s too big. He’s too strong. And I’ve only just met my wolf. I can’t control her at all. A whimper escapes me, my eyes locking on those vibrant blue ones, so familiar in his wolfish features. My mother’s screams begin to fade. The world is darkening. My life… is over. I try one last time to swipe my paw at Marcus , but it’s too late. My limbs no longer work, my body fully subdued beneath his growling form.

Others filled with disgust and disdain. ________ The tension in the grand hall was thick and foreboding. The Elders, and pack members stood, watching silently. I was bind with a silver chain, which was cutting into my wrist especially that I'm not strong like other normal wolves. The pain rippled through me but it was nothing compared to the pain in my chest. Knox sat in his throne chair, with Seraphina flanked behind him, her lips still curled into that triumphant smile that leaves me wondering where our sisterhood went wrong.

“When the Moon-Lake Pack was still powerful, you were arrogant. You bullied everyone here at the academy—especially Wynette.” “You owe them an apology.” “Drink a glass for each of them.” I looked at the table. It wasn’t just a few glasses. It was dozens—each one filled with potent spirits. Not ordinary wine. These were dangerous even for a healthy wolf. My wolf was already weak. Barely holding on. I inhaled shakily. “What if I refuse?” One of them leaned in, voice dripping with mockery. “Taryn, you have no pack now. No name. No power. You sure you want to make enemies again?”

The vampires outside could easily smell their scents and started the battle on the outside as well. The scene was bloody and gruesome; it was war but not the one the species were waiting for, this war was with two allies who have now turned enemy. Two of the most powerful, violent species in the supernatural world. Vampires and werewolves. “We can find the homeland agent; he might know something. There is no need for more of our people to die.” The beta proposed when he saw his warriors were falling.

I did not know what he mean about that not until Uno launched his first attack. A growl echoed the Arena. The viewers were extremely shock. Uno jumped on Uno and his claws scratched Kyro's back- it was deep. Uno began to launched consecutive attacks that Kyro failed to dodge. Uno's speed and stability is a lot more functional than Kyro's. Blood is now dripping from Kyro's body. "Like I told you. You might kill someone today and that is because Uno can kill that man because of you." I do not know why but I felt a heavy fear for Kyro.

"He knows this will be a bloody battle." Pyotr nodded, his gaze meeting mine. "Indeed, but now, you have more eyes, and more ears. Marco Bianchi will find his ghost status much harder to maintain." I looked at the map again, seeing the combined forces now arrayed against Marco. My own strength, Pyotr's cold, calculating intelligence, and now David Moretti's deep, historical knowledge. The final confrontation, was now inevitable, and we were ready to meet it.

"Come here brother.” Etienne’s apparition trembled, perplexed. Reflection-Lila’s targeting faltered. Marco—the Marco—stood solitary in the middle confronting the crowned iteration of himself. Reflection-Marco hovered a bit above the floor with a tablet revolving like a satellite red code streaming from his scars, like waterfalls. “You intentionally left the door ajar " the double stated, voice layered with a thousand subway announcements. "You aimed to play the hero. I merely completed the task.” Real-Marco’s hands trembled,. His voice remained firm. "I wished for my family to be protected. Not this.”