Marco Vs Kizaru Novels & Stories

"I'm a born yakuza princess. Not an adopted whore posing as one. I'll light this fucking place up at Kumicho's say so. Feel like dancing with death some more today, cousin? How many times do you think you'll be the one lucky enough to survive after the day you have had?" "No slow agonizing anything. I will bring Tokyo's underworld to Tuscany and fill your streets with blood and bodies. Do you want a war or to live?" I forged on, backing Rin despite not knowing shit about her. I didn't care. I just wanted my woman back. "Get the body to me in under five hours. That's how long the kidneys will remain viable. After that, you won't just have a war on your hands, Boy Wonder. If it's me or you, to

Enzo yelled. "You were meant to." "My technique is fine!" "Your technique," Marco said, finally winning the fight for the sweet potato, "involves aiming for the general area of her face and hoping physics does the rest." "That's not— okay, that's not entirely wrong, but it's still fine." The argument slid back into its usual rhythm, with Enzo and Marco trading insults and Salvatore archiving the whole disaster. Dante watched them over the rim of his mug and felt something he hadn't felt at his own table in a very long time.

He lashed out with terrifying power as he quickly attacked those two martial artists, trying to stop them from taking Iris. "Know your place!" Marco, who was behind Jacob, scoffed. He struck with tremendous energy, stopping Gilbert's attack. Bang! After the clash, Marco did not move at all. Instead, Gilbert, who was still on the wheelchair, was sent back several meters. His face paled, and he almost fell off his wheelchair. Gilbert was only an advanced Supreme Master, while Marco was already a peak Supreme Master. The two of them were not at the same level. Marco fought Leon before. Even though he was defeated in one blow by Leon, he was still a peak Supreme Master. He was more than enough t

“No one can help me! Not you. Not Giovanni. Not Alejandro. No one! I will carve my throne out of blood if I have to!” I felt my wolf bristle, ready to fight. Giovanni took another step forward, his voice louder now, trembling with emotion. “Marco, I don’t want to fight you! But if you come for me, I won’t run.” Marco’s gaze snapped to him. His lips twisted into a sneer. “Then die like you should have years ago.” He rose up in the air, shifting midway, by unsheathing only his claws and fangs. A form of emerald coloured electricity bursting from his hands. The glow shot toward Giovanni like a spear of fire.

But still, he cannot give in. Marco brings together all his strongest warriors for the last confrontation. The odds are not in their favor, but it is either fighting or surrender. With sword raised, his voice rings through the battlefield. “Fight until your last breath!” And like a wild beast, Marco charges into the ranks of the enemy, sword slicing through flesh, while fangs rip out entrails. He turns into a whirling mass of death, and as desperation makes him then ruthless, he slays both the enemies and rebels and leaves behind a trail of bodies.

“I’m going to change that. I’m going to take the throne and show this imposter you call your personal maiden that she is to bow to me and not you.” “Is this about dear old Samantha?” Ryu’s flame kindled, his sinister aura growing more and more per second. I could tell from his aura that he had a strong Ki, but I still couldn’t figure out if he was an elemental wolf or a sword bearer like me and Kyle. Ryu appeared before me in a flash, flames surrounding him as his claws emerged. I could feel the heat of each claw, hot enough to cleave diamond without a single trace of splitting. “Do you think I’d cower up?” Kyle growled.

Aveline spoke up stepping on the gas while watching something from the side view mirror. "Who the hell are the cobra's ? " speaking of that, Marco watched Mariana's eyes widen in surprise then she turned around in her seat uncomfortably for a few minutes before looking away. "They are deadliest assassins only sent to kill, I don't understand why they approached us directly cause normally they work in shadows. I mean they could kill us from long distances. Something is not right and they are following us, I need to get off the main road. " Marco grabbed the 9mm gun from Mariana's grip exchanging it with the one he had, he lowered the glass of the window slowly watching as the cars came more c

Arem who got shot on his leg waited inside the safe room and prays that the battle will ends. Anika shoved and bit them with her sharp canine. She's out of control and almost killed all of them. Blood pooled the ground and Darius saw it. Now it's time for Marco to land his final attack on the demon wolf. He's now weak and in pain because of his deep wounds in his belly. His color grey fur turned to purple as the blood-stained it. "I'm sorry but we have to do this!" Marco said and poke Darius' neck with his sharp claws.

Grabbing my arms, he pulled me off of my chair and lifted my top enough for him to see the purple handprint of my hips. “It’s alright, Marco” I moved away from him but he held me in place, pulling up my shirt until he could see my upper body completely. There was nothing romantic about the way Marco was looking at my body. He cursed under his breath when he saw all the light purple spots on my skin. “I’m going to kill that asshole” I pulled my top down and Marco raked his rake face roughly. “You can’t kill your Don, idiot” I mocked, trying to lighten his mood.

Pretend you didn't see me. "Why would I do that?" "Because it's none of your business—" "Lorenzo's my friend. That makes it my business." Marco started dialing. "Sorry, but he needto know about this." Kyrian looked toward the gate. His flight was right there. If he ran— But Marco was an Alpha. Bigger. Faster. He'd catch him before Kyrian made it ten feet. "Marco, wait—" "Hey, Lorenzo," Marco said into the phone. "Yeah, I know it's late. But you're going to want to hear this."