Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

Marco pushed her hair aside and placed his chin on her shoulders closing his eyes and allowing his hot breath send shivers down her spine every time it hit the skin of her neck. The silence around them was enough and much more comfortable, for once in all his life Marco felt passionate about a girl he didn't even know. Thinking about it now, it's like all he knew about Mariana was her name and her skills at shooting but who exactly was Mariana? Who exactly was the girl that was starting to snatch his heart away from his grip? Maybe just maybe behind the facade of a broken girl, there might an Angel who is brighter than the darkness around her all she needed was a way out.

“So, Ben invited me because Abby asked him too? Oh, and what about that Martini?” A smirk curves up from his lips. I glare at him. “Was it also a setup?” “No, sweetheart. Brad doesn’t know anything, but Phoenix used to drink there every night, and then he eventually got tired, so he stopped. He made his own drinks and named it after you.” “It’s not flattering! It’s insulting!” I pout. My shoulder droop, feeling exhausted. “Is he sick?” “Emotionally unstable, yeah, but he’s not sick like sick.”

These two had access to information one could dream of, information that if it fell into the wrong hands, the consequences could be catastrophic for a lot of people. Marco Santoro, otherwise known as the ghost. Marco is a silent type you see, an elusive figure that isn’t seen, but always leaves a mark. A mark that’ll most often leave you with a gaping hole in your head. He oversees the syndicate’s covert missions, including, but not limited to kidnapping and assassinations. His eyes are always hidden behind dark sunglasses, making it impossible to read him.

His tears fell, and his voice quivered when loud sobs goes out of his mouth nonstop. The whole Jade Pavilion was filled by the sound, of the Weeping Phoenix. *** An: what do you think of RM to be the next MINISTER OF THE IMPERIAL ACADEMY OF MEDICINE? Sounds good yeah? 🥰😚😉

Luna begged her twin sister. Mara shook her head and opened her palm "I was injured while fighting him. They will follow us no matter what we do running. So run away Luna. At least one of us will survive. "This is not the time for that! We have to run while there is still time" Luna was wailing and begging but Mara was ready to sacrifice herself. They are being chased by an unusual person. And Mara was aware of it. No matter what they do running it will find and find them. Because the blood flowing through their bodies is phoenix blood.

Is it just me or are you too sentimental? —So I'm the Phoenix's best security? —After me, of course! — Wrong, my dear! I am the Phoenix itself!

"Sorry, Marlo will let you know when we are done." He waited for Callie to disappear from the hallway before closing the door and then cupped my face with concern. Marlo was two hundred years old; he was a Phoenix. He had another three hundred years to go before he regenerated. In his human form, he didn't look any older than twenty-five. "What's the matter? Was Dominic rude to you?" "He didn't even look at me. Well, he did. It was the coldest possible look for a moment and then he turned away. Why is he ignoring me?"

"Cookie?" Kai shook his head. Marco ate it whole. Didn't even blink. "Jade's almost here. She texted." He squinted at Kai's hair. "Is that still glitter?" Kai dragged a hand through it. A small shower of gold landed on his shoulders. Marco grinned. "The Spirit Walk claimed another victim." "I'm never volunteering for anything again." "You won't have to." Marco crumpled the bag. "Three weeks and we're out."

“That sounds… intense.” “It is,” she said, rocking the pot. “But it’s also why the company is the best. Everyone works hard.” I swallowed. Hard work I could do. I can deal with stress. But working under him… That was something else entirely. Asma glanced at me again, noticing my silence. “I know you’ve heard about him before, even if you don’t admit it.” I froze slightly. “What do you mean?” I asked too quickly. She stiffly lifted an eyebrow. “Alpha Xander Marco. King of Nightmare Pack. Even humans know his name now because of his company.”

He looked up and saw two uniformed policemen standing over him, poking and prodding him with their batons, smiling at each other. Kyle tried to remember what happened, how he’d got here. He remembered reporting to Rexius. Then being grabbed, being tied down. Then, the acid. He reached up and felt one side of his face, and it felt normal. Then he reached up and felt the other—and the pain came flooding back. He could feel the contours, the horrible scars, the disfiguration. They had branded him with Ioric acid. A punishment reserved for traitors. He, Kyle, the man who had been loyal to his coven for thousands of years. For one small mistake. It was unthinkable. Kyle felt the pain welling up o