Marco Vs Kizaru Novels & Stories

The mate mark sizzled under his skin. “You’re too late,” Marco snarled from the shadows. “You can’t just show up and claim him like a prize. I deserve to win!” Lucian stood to his full, towering height, his golden eyes blazing. He didn’t need words. His power surged out in a wave that knocked Marco to the ground. “I don’t share what’s mine,” he growled, turning back to Enzo. “And he—” he dropped his gaze to the pups nestled in Enzo’s arms, “—they—are mine.”

Some would never return to the field again. Marco was propped up against a pillow, his arm in a sling, his usual grin dimmed but not extinguished. “You should see the other guy,” Marco joked weakly as Damian approached. Damian smirked despite himself. “The other guy’s dead, Marco.” “Then I win.” They shared a quiet laugh, one that masked the exhaustion in both their eyes. Damian clasped Marco’s good shoulder. “You held the line when no one else could. You gave me time to finish it.”

Marco ordered Jazzy to stand up. He stood tall. Several times Jazzy tried to stand up but fell back down. Her knees felt like jelly. Her face is covered with sweat and dirt. If the man in front of her could be fooled, she would pretend to be fainting earlier. The man in front of her is tireless, not even a drop of sweat could be seen on his face and body. "Attack me!" Marco's orders. "Hah?" "Hit, kick... Whatever .. Fight me!"

Marky swallowed unintentionally when he heard Country L. “NO NO NO! You… Are you serious?!” Marky looks at him directly in the eyes reads what his thinking but as usual he is hard to see through… He just sighs in defeat… “Do I look like joking?” Zandro said threatening him… “Fine! It’s a deal im coming! Are you happy now?” Marky said accepting defeat from his friend, when will he win against him anyway! He always has a way to make him bow in defeat.

Shit, I wanted to run my tongue all over that place. I noticed the dark marks on his right shoulder and that they reached down to his chest. But instead of a burn, it looked more like a birthmark. “Marky...” I breathed excited as I watched as he finished undressing and got into the hot tub and sat next to me. “Tell me, Livie.” he smirked as he pulled me towards him, leaning my back against his chest. “Marvelous body you built overnight.” He started to laugh and it didn't take long for me to join him.

By the time Cassiel showed up Marco was able to experience every form of battle using every weapon available. From distance to close combat, Marco was able to experience how to respond to any form of attack, offense and defense. “Marco, time’s up!” Cassiel said as soon as she arrived next to Marco and Israfel’s side. Marco was feeling all warmed up so fear was nowhere in his thoughts, consciously and not. But he wondered what this situation would mean regarding Skye.

I turned to him quickly and whispered, “Be nice.” Marco smirked as he stood, reaching for the wine bottle on the sideboard. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to strike a nerve. It was just a story.” As he poured the wine, he walked slowly back toward the table. He passed by Kael. Marco set the bottle down... and his hand briefly touched the edge of the table beside Kael. Kael twitched. His back straightened. A pulse of light appeared on Marco’s palm. It was faint and barely there. It was a strange rune I didn’t recognize.

Damien fought like a man protecting the only thing that mattered, because he was. Zara pressed herself against a tree at the edge of the clearing, watching, ready to move if she had to, refusing to let herself look away no matter how much her whole body wanted to. Then a shape came at her from the side, low and fast, teeth bared, and she barely had time to register it before someone else slammed into it from the opposite direction. Marcus. Shifted, golden furred, snarling, having clearly decided that staying home with Nadia was not a thing he was capable of doing after all.

Luciano’s jaw clenched, the muscles ticking. “You know one bullet from me ends you right now, Marco. Don't test me.” “And what then?” Marco taunted, a venomous smirk spreading across his face as his men shifted their weight, ready to pull their triggers. “My men will turn you and your boy into Swiss cheese before your shell casing even hits the floor.”

“I don’t give a damn about some Beta or that useless Luca! You’re still the same brainless idiot who showed up covered in mud, and I was stupid enough to pity you!” The words tore out of me, sharp and furious. “I’m the mate of Alpha Lorenzo Greco, you idiot! Do you even understand what that means? Even your Patriarch has to speak to my husband with respect!” If she was going to flaunt power that wasn’t even hers, I wasn’t about to stay quiet. For a second, it looked like she wanted to keep going, but it was obvious she couldn’t come up with anything smart. Marcella had never been particularly bright.