Marco Vs Kizaru นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“You should come try, Lorenzo.” And that's when the already insane fight changed, a powerful growl of a high-performance V12 engine, came towards us from the gates. Then, two massive, jet-black armored vehicles—looking like tanks in evening wear—skidded sideways on the gravel drive. Doors flew open and me poured out taking up defensive and offensive positions. These men were not mine and then I saw Antonio fucking Marquez. Marcus, still hunkered beside me, cursed loudly, spitting a fleck of stone dust. “What the hell—is this a setup? Is he with Micardo?”

Michael continued, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and sympathy, "Despite his best efforts, Swiftclaw has consistently thwarted Marco's attempts. Swiftclaw's evaded him, frustrating Marco's every move. There was a certain time that Swiftclaw almost kille Marco but Marco escaped, and Marco has been on Swiftclaw’s tail eversince" "Despite Marco's best efforts, Swiftclaw has managed to consistently evade him," he said, his words a testament to the challenges Marco had encountered. Swiftclaw's cunning and elusiveness had been a formidable opponent, a reality that had undoubtedly frustrated Marco's every attempt. My heart constricted as I pictured Marco, determined yet undoubtedly facin

Marco smiled and said, "That's my girl. Now, call your aunt because we need to perform a locator spell, but first, I must see Zion to understand what exactly occurred." Marco reached the location where Zion and his mother were spending the weekend. Approaching the room, he hesitated, debating whether to knock, wary of a potential setup. As he contemplated returning to his car to mind-link Zion, Zion emerged, clearing his throat. Marco chuckled, "I was just about to mind-link you. Do you grasp the peril of this mission? If it's a trap, we might not make it out alive." Zion offered a reassuring smile, acknowledging Marco's apprehension, and welcomed him inside.

Marco said, circling the table as he assessed my position. He stopped beside me. “How do you know that?” I shot back, skeptical. For all I knew, he was just trying to throw me off so I’d fail miserably. Since when did the person teaching the game also compete against you? “You weren’t even holding the damn stick properly,” Marco said, chuckling at my attempt. He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves. Black ink trailed down his arm. It was part of a tattoo. From what I could see, it looked like a blade, but I couldn’t be sure until I saw the whole design.

Marco called after her as she went down the stairs. Bully and the other men followed suit and Bully gave Marco a death stare as he passed. Marco might be Eros' ally, but Bully's look was too rugged to not affect him. He started to chuckle as Cassandra and Eros' men left the room.

Her own gun clattered to the floor as she crumpled back, blood spraying on my face. Marco didn't stop. He swung the gun and bashed it into Kason's face again and again. Blood sprayed from the repeated impacts, and Kason's body went limp, collapsing to the floor unconscious. I stayed frozen, my heart pounding. In less than fifteen seconds, Marco had neutralized both of them. He turned to me, eyes blazing, as he ran to me and yanked at the restraints holding me. His words were a distant murmur as I stared at him, unable to look away.

My head stayed lowered as I wiped my face desperately. Then suddenly— Bam. I crashed into something hard. A strong arm instantly wrapped around my waist before I could hit the ground. My breath caught sharply. Warm fingers tightened against my side. Slowly, I lifted my tear-filled eyes and froze. Alpha Xander Marco stared down at me. The most feared Alpha in the entire world. The monster who erased entire packs with out mercy. The same Lucian feared more than death itself. His dark eyes locked onto mine with dangerous intensity while his grip on my waist slowly tightened.

The fracture had begun. *** “You really think you can outsmart him?” Marco asked a few nights later. We were back in the safe house. Maps spread out on the table. Pins. Deals. Names. “Outmaneuvering him is easy,” I muttered. “He’s a lion, I'm a panther. He uses brute force and speed, I move slowly and efficiently.” “But he has numbers.” “So did Caesar.” Marco exhaled, but there was a glint of respect in his eyes.

I was wrong. “Yes, but–” I was cut off when Ricco gave Nikolas a machete. No. “You may think the interaction was harmless and maybe it was. Baby, Carlo knew what he was getting himself into when he touched you like you were his bitch. Now he’s crying like a figo.” (figo - pussy)

Drake growled. Suddenly, his eyes turned red; he was fuming mad as he transformed. He runs towards the rouge, who transforms into a werewolf and mercilessly scratches his back. He wasn’t contented; he attacked the rouge, and then Drake beheaded the rouge until it transformed into a human, lying on the ground, lifeless. They fought the other rouge and howled angrily. “That’s for poisoning my stray!” Drake gritted his teeth as he beheaded them all. Beta Dillon picked up the poison's antidote and gave it to the alpha.