Novel & Cerita Marco The Phoenix

After his short-term community service, Jake out and out decided to come with us and an unfamiliar guy, in his statement shirt, whom I just met today. His opal eyes, angular face shape, and his chocolate brown grungy hair sheds another Aries’ offspring. He greeted us with a lukewarm nod and laid his head low again, playing a retro game in his phone. His name is Marco. “He’s a game freak. It’s hard to grapple his attention when he’s too absorbed by the fictitious aliens and virtual spaceships that is his whole life,” Jake japed. Jake’s playful verve is always up the roof. His shenanigans in the fast-food chain made me impassive towards his frivolities.

“Team Mack, Section 4 is breached. They’re using phased-shifting to move through the internal firewalls. Marcus, take the Smith enforcers and hold the intersection at the gallery. Don Krauser, the service elevators are yours.” Marcus Smith, a stalwart ally of the Phoenix Mafia, adjusted his tactical vest, his expression one of grim determination. Beside him, Elena—another key Smith ally—checked the charge on her sonic disruptor. They weren't just protecting a house; they were protecting the legacy of Sir Arthur Smith, a legacy Peony sought to dismantle. “We’re in position, Xavier,” Marcus reported, his voice low and steady. “They’re coming. I can hear the hum of their phased-shift units.”

Keeping our tech security division evolving with new blood, will keep us on our toes and always ahead of the curve. A man walks towards me with a swagger. Christ. I hope to hell I don’t walk like that. I see him lick his lips as he looks back towards the bar. I glance over to see what he’s preying on - Fiona. Can’t say I’m shocked. I’m aware my bed isn’t the only one she's been in. While I know she isn’t mine and it's just a hookup, I don’t like the way he is eyeing her. Something about him just seems sleazy. He refocuses on me and extends a hand “Alpha Zac, it's a pleasure to be here and joining your pack”. “We are glad you’re here…..” I eyed him questioningly.

“So that's your enemy right, Miss Marva? Your enemy is also our enemy. Also, what's with that man who was so violent when trying to kill that ugly thing? I've never seen him before yet he is very similar to that man who was with you when you were in the Mist Clan.” Hearing this, I looked up and glance at Phoenix who was like a killing machine when he was fighting against Marva, especially when the times that those squirmy black thing that looks like some of Marva's tentacles was about to touch him, and Phoenix would immediately slice it up as if he was slicing the air. The way he moves and the way he used his weapon was too fast and heavy for their naked's eyes, especially since it was too f

"That's impossible. He's dead. He died ten years ago." But I recognized him from the portraits lining the sanctuary's halls. Cassia's son. Kira's older brother. Marcus Phoenix's first attempt at creating a phoenix-wolf hybrid through torture instead of birth. "Cyrus," Marcus Phoenix breathed, and for the first time since I'd met him, he looked truly broken. The Shadow Walkers were using him like a living key, his corrupted phoenix fire eating through the sanctuary's wards from the inside out. Every scream that tore from his throat took another layer of protection with it.

She almost wanted him to say the words magically delicious. "Fuck you, leprechaun." Marco presented his middle finger. "I'm Felix." The blond held out his hand toward Fiona. "Hi." "So, what kind of trouble are you in?" Felix turned toward Marco. "I'm sorry-who are you?" Fiona glanced between the two new men. "I work with them," Marco replied. "Ghost is here." "Ghost? Who the fuck is Ghost?" Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scowled. Unlike the other two, he wasn't wearing a jacket. His arms flexed and the thick, dark tattoos seemed to dance down his arms.

“Marco, come on, bro.” I pull his shoulders to get him to look at me. “Come on. It’s Bronx. Talk to me, big guy.” “My name is Marco Sanchez. My wolf’s name is Clash.” Marco looks through me and continues to mumble. “I gotta beautiful wife. Her name is Musu. We got twins. Deago and Inez. There’s a thing here. It looks like a woman, but it ain’t. It’s a monster. She can’t take my memories.”

she said, pulling up her tablet, "what kind of partnership were you envisioning with Phoenix?" "Please, call me Enzo." The name meant nothing to her, but across the room, Marco's jaw clenched so hard she heard his teeth grind together. Eve glanced at him, confused by the sudden tension radiating from her normally stone-faced bodyguard, but he stared straight ahead, his expression unreadable except for something burning in his eyes that looked almost like fury. "Enzo," she repeated, turning back to her potential client, that unease from this morning creeping back. "What brings Russo Holdings to Phoenix?"

The detached segment writhed, then slid into the grate disappearing. Marco knelt down hands against the ground silver scars glowing with a radiant gold light so intense they created shifting shadows on the walls. "I can overload it!" he yelled, streams of code flowing from his fingers into the fractures the light speeding through the veins, like flames along a fuse.. The city resisted—veins swelling and pulsing turning the code around redirecting it into Marco’s arms. His scars fractured blood spilling out but he kept going. “Tell them I apologize!" he shouted, his voice cracking as the gold shifted to red.

Dialed Marco's number. He answered on the third ring. "Em. Everything okay?" "Everything's fine. Great actually. I'm calling to ask you something." "What?" "Axel and I are getting married. In six weeks. Small ceremony here in Oregon. Will you come?" Silence. Then: "You're getting married?" "Yes." "To Ghost?" "No, to the mailman. Yes to Axel." Marco laughed. "Smart ass. Of course I'll come. Wouldn't miss it." "And will you walk me down the aisle? Give me away?"