Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

And heal her before this world chewed her up. Marco had been around more since he came back from Ricardo's chaos. Basque was his second skin, always watching the place, handling the business I left him. Marco wasn’t just an ally; he was blood in a way no family had ever been. Years ago, he was just another kid in the streets until I pulled him out of a fight that would’ve gotten him killed. Since then, he’s stayed by my side. Loyal. Solid. The kind of brother you pick for yourself.

She flinched, her phone nearly slipping from her manicured fingers. "What the—who the hell are you?!" Marco clenched his jaw until the tendons in his neck threatened to snap. The suffocating aura of a man on the edge radiated from his body. "The Jonah you just mentioned..." Marco’s voice dropped into a lethal, gravelly growl. "Was that Jonah Bennet?" Jenny pressed herself flat against the bricks, cigarette smoke escaping her trembling lips. "Yeah. What’s it to you, freak?" "And Hazel Quinn," Marco ignored her, stepping an inch closer. "A brunette? Wears glasses?"

"Honey!" After realizing that Roxanne was dead, Marco's eyes were filled with a menacing and bloodshot rage. He glanced up and unleashed a guttural scream. In a flash, he ascended into the air and bellowed, "Kill him! Attack him all at once!"

Marco is one of the personal guards for the Luna from the Blood River pack, so he was on duty in the hall outside their suite when we came down the hall. My initial impression of him was how impressively large of a werewolf he is. He's not quite as big as their Alpha wolf, but close. A broad and muscular man, with a serious expression that makes him look intimidating. Marco is exactly what you think of when you imagine a bodyguard. He is clean shaven, with his black hair cut into a Caesar style haircut. His bronzed skin makes his light brown eyes stand out like shining topaz jewels. I swear my heart skipped a beat when his plum and rhubarb scent hit my nose for the first time and my wolf, Me

Marcus came and sat beside her. "It will get better," he said. "Will it?" Maya asked. "The Phoenix is still out there. Still recruiting. Still hunting. How do we protect him? How do we give him a normal life when there is no such thing?" Marcus did not have an answer. Because there was no answer. The Phoenix was not something you could defeat in a single battle. It was something you had to manage. Contain. Fight constantly. A new threat that never fully went away. At federal headquarters, Cross was reviewing security footage.

He felt her coming closer to him. Will he be able to resist the call of nature now that she was getting close? His name is Luke Brant, and he is one of the rarest supernatural beings that walk the earth. He is a phoenix. Dear readers, the new adventure is starting. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. You can join me on social media if you'd like... I always answer :) Instagram: @author.oceanwide Facebook page: @author.ocean.wide

After my bath, I went to the fridge to get something to eat when I remembered that I had just moved in yesterday, meaning there was no food. I sat on the couch to think about what had happened over the past few days, I was rejected, then ran away, and a few days later, I bought a house. Then I realized that I had never shifted into my wolf. Was I not a shifter, or was I runt. "Took you long enough to realize that." "Who's there?" "Hey, relax. It's just me, your Phoenix." Wait, I thought I was a werewolf? "Well, technically, you are, but your Phoenix side is more dominant."

Marco stopped walking and I bumped into him. "His name is Dante and he owns Victor. He owns this house. He owns half the city." Marco's voice was barely a breath. "Victor thinks he's the wolf. But Victor is just the dog. Dante is the one who holds the leash." "What does he want with me?" Marco didn't answer right away. He started walking again. I followed again.

“Girl, I knew he was too damn fine to be safe. But why didn’t you stop when you realized the files were... you know…illegal?” I shrugged. “Couldn’t back down, Daya. You know I hate quitting.” She rolled her eyes so hard I thought they’d stick. “That stubbornness is gonna get you killed one day.” She leaned closer. “So you think Marco’s, like, from the… Maroon fam—” “Marano,” I corrected automatically. “Not Maroon. And yeah, obviously. Why else would he announce his last name like that? But I don’t get it—I just helped Xavier. It’s not like I’m walking around with the file in my pocket.”

"And when you fail, the wolves will fall back into the shadows, where they belong." Before Sena could respond, a ripple of energy surged through the battlefield. A sudden, overwhelming presence, like a shadow cast over the land, sent a shiver down her spine. She could feel it—a deep, resonant pulse of energy, more powerful than any she had ever felt. The Moonmark fragment in her pocket pulsed in response, its glow flaring brighter. The truth of it was there—clearer than ever. She wasn’t just fighting for survival. She was fighting for the return of the Goddess’s essence, the restoration of what had been broken.