Marco The Phoenix Novelas e Histórias

I walked into the cozy room full of computers and took my seat at my gaming chair. I started working on my writing project in which I wrote about a person named Mark who wanted to belong in his new job but he couldn’t be himself in order to fit in. I was on page ninety-three and was really close to reaching the climax which was about Mark who finally snaps and realizes that he needs to stop acting this way, or he would be miserable. As I write, I feel someone walk in the room. I ignored it at first and kept writing. I then felt a touch on the shoulder and I turned to see who it was. It's Marcelo.

I heard a large splash follow me and swam to the surface in search of my mate. Feeling the temperature of the water cool more behind me I turned to see Frost surface. His long wet hair slicked back from the water made him look menacing and I giggled as I cupped his cheek. “Oh you are so warm,” he growled then quickly pulled me against himself. Steam rose around us, making me laugh. Trailing his finger on my sigil he said, “The one on your arm looks like a phoenix and the one on your chest is like a wolf.”

Violet had never seen her this happy over a meal before. " No, that one’s for Mom. But this is for you." He placed a Pokémon shaped pancake in front of Aria and gently set the heart shaped egg in front of Violet, smiling as he did. Violet didn’t know why such a small gesture made her heart race. She couldn’t remember the last time anyone had cooked for her like this. The warmth of it all settled quietly in her chest. "Wow! How did you know I love Pokémon?" He smiled at her warmly and replied.

"Tomorrow night. Full moon. They plan to force your labor, birth the Reality Breaker under their control." "How do you know this?" "Phoenix sight. I can see the heat of their intentions, the fire of their plans." He tilted his head in a distinctly bird-like manner. "Also, Marcus told me. He's been visiting my burn sites, thinking I can't hear while I'm ashes." "Marcus is here? In Phoenix?" "Marcus is everywhere now. The shadow-theft you performed? It connected you. He can find you anywhere, and he's coming with an army."

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.

As I walked up the stairs to their home, Commander Winston walked up besides Lance asking where Phoenix was. “I believe she’s here, but I need to have some time with my mate to figure out what’s going on with her.” Deep down I smirked saying ‘my mate’ because she was mine, not his. I knocked on the door and her father answered. “Mr. Greeley, is Phoenix here?” “Yes she is.” Lance tried to move between myself and Commander Winston trying to walk in and was stopped by his dad. “Dad what gives, I live here.” “Not right now, you don’t.”

He had always been a perceptive and compassionate child, and I was astounded by the profoundness of his dreams and musings at such a tender age. "Marco, you truly are incredible," I exclaimed, playfully tousling his hair. "I'm aware, Mommy. When I'm older, I aspire to become an angel and bring joy to others," Marco declared, his voice filled with unwavering resolve. "You already bring immense happiness to our lives, my sweet child. And who knows, perhaps one day you'll be an angel in your own unique way," I replied, beaming at him. Out of nowhere, a knock echoed through the room, causing me to glance over at Marcus. With a sense of anticipation, he rose from his seat, assuming it was Elijah

Marco furrowed his eyebrows, still seated, before a terrifying, terrifying howl came from Xavier's wolf. Who had reached them, looking at them, rejecting what he saw, growled at Marco's face, before running as fast as he had, trying to reach them In the blink of an eye, Marco was carrying Astraea, and he used the speed of his shadows, so that he could escape from him, or in the more correct sense, play with him. He was only trying to make Xavier angry, but he couldn't keep up with the speed of Marco's shadow, who was looking at him every time, smiling sarcastically, which made Xavier lose his mind completely, and he was trying to reach him without benefit.

Max grumbled. “Are you in that big of hurry to die?” Marco returned the smirk as he circled his prey. “You aren’t wolf enough to kill me.” Max taunted. “Actually, YOU aren’t wolf enough.” Marco allowed Jax to surface and joined with him. Marco’s hand shifted into a claw, and he swiped at Max’s chest cutting into his flesh from his left shoulder down across to his right pelvis. “Did you think you really you were going to get away with taking the most important treasure in my life!” Marco growled slashing again, making contact with Max making him hiss again as his blood flowed from his chest.

Markeel clicked his tongue, mocking Phoenix. "Or maybe she is telling the truth. She will not tell anyone, I know," Paul fell soft when watching Phoenix. Pointing a gun in her direction was not easy for him. He had truly admired and loved her. How could he watch her die? "You are kidding me, right? She is a dumb, rich brat. The instant she is out of here, you better believe she is making those tiktock videos, talking about the murders, and raising her followers," Markeel shook his head at the idea of sparing her.