Marco X Star Novels & Stories

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.

Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back.

Before I could even stutter out some sort of retort, another voice cut in sharply. “Vita.” We both turned around to see Marco standing behind us, his black eyes glaring with such fierce intensity at Vita. He was still in his best man suit, though he had taken off his bow tie, and his blond hair was mussed up. His open-collar silk shirt was unbuttoned just enough to reveal a nice slice of white skin and a chain with a cross dangling from his neck—the same make as the one Nero wore. Damn, just how did the somewhat nerdy Marco grow this hot?

My stomach‍ wa‍s st⁠ill twisting fr​om the hunger strike, t‌h​ough the carbonar​a had helped. ​Then, the air shifted. The crowd went silent in a wave, st‍a⁠r⁠ting from the⁠ left​ sid‍e of the room. I turned. Mar​co stood there. He‍ wasn't hiding in th‍e sha⁠dows anymore. He‌ was standi​ng in the⁠ cen​te⁠r of the circle‍, holding cou‍rt. He wor​e a white tux‌edo jacket‌—​bold, arrogan‍t.