Marcus Black Novels & Stories

“Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.” “And Dominic?” Blake asked. “You do realize that our initial enemy, and the man that aims to break us from the inside is Dominic, and he will stand by Marcel.” My smile widened. “That is exactly what I want… when he tries to stop Marcel,” I said softly, “when he reminds him of duty and restraint… he’ll die too. Marcel wouldn’t know what hit him as he kills his friend, which would end up casting the excommunication order.” Blake inhaled sharply.

Worthy. As if summoned by that exact moment, Marcus arrived. He walked in dressed in deep royal colors, looking impossibly fresh and handsome, like a man who ruled effortlessly without trying. His eyes lifted to me, and he stopped walking altogether. From the way his pupils widened, I knew he wasn’t prepared. “You look” He paused, breath catching slightly. “I don’t even know what to say. You look so stunning.” He came closer, slow, as if he didn’t want to blink. Then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “ And Perfect” he whispered. And his touch and gentleness made me feel warmth through my heart.

The man who trained him. He was huge. Broad. His arms were covered in scars. His eyes were flat. "Kael Blackwood," Marcus said. "Last chance. Yield now, and I'll let you walk away." "No." "Then may the moon have mercy on you." Kael squeezed my hand. Then he let go. And walked into the circle. ---

“He’s lying. Just act like you believe him. Cade can get Rave and Black out of here and then dad can get the truth. I’m telling you, Black is behind this. I saw Clint nod at him before he just confessed.” “Why does Marcus want to overturn him?” Black asked, keeping the interrogation going. “Trust me! Please!” I begged dad and Cade. “Marcus is jealous of the power. He wants all the land that Maddox has and the reputation Kyle has.” Clint sighed. “I’ll finish up here.” Dad looked at Rave and Black. “I know you guys are on a tight schedule. Maddox and Tatum will walk you guys out, and I’ll call you later.” It was obvious that they weren’t happy about being dismissed, but they turned to follow u

Kate kisses his cheek and hugs him but he shows no reaction as he grieves in his heart. Marcus stands at 5’11ft and has a pair of cold-looking dark eyes that makes it difficult for most people to maintain eye contact with him. The night’s breeze kisses the top of his head which is bald and blows through the grey hair behind his head as he rolls his black rosary around his wrist.

"Kill her. She’s not my sister anyway. She’s just some brat Vargo used to keep me in line. You think I’m going to trade an empire for a gutter-born mouth I have to feed?" "Kai..." Evangeline’s voice was a ghost. "My name is Alexander Blackwood." I looked directly into the camera, staring into Mei’s terrified eyes. I saw her heart break through the screen. I felt my own soul shrivel into a husk. "The girl means nothing. Pull the trigger, Marcus. Do it and prove you’re pathetic enough to kill a child because you’re scared of me." Marcus stared at me. His finger twitched on the trigger. He was looking for the lie. He was looking for the flinch.

Marcus teased, tilting her chin up to plant a kiss on her lips. - A few minutes later, the couple left their mansion and headed for the Palmer Group office. Marcus had chosen to wear all black that day. At nearly two meters tall, his presence was commanding, exuding confidence—a deliberate choice. He was no longer the shattered man he had been 20 years ago.

Then, just as I thought I could endure no more, I heard a voice behind me—low, smooth, and chillingly familiar. “Elena Harper. Or should I say, Elena Cross?” I turned. Marcus Blackwell stood there, dressed in black, his smile razor-sharp. “Finally,” he said, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “We meet.” The room seemed to tilt. Marcus’s presence was electric, dark energy rippling off him. He extended a hand, but I didn’t take it. Something in his gaze warned me that this was a man who thrived on breaking whatever he touched. “Marcus,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles unwilling to let him go. "Grandpa, I really need your help." Blake hangs his head, his eyes threatening to perk with tears. "What's going on Blake?" Blake's grandpa frowns, his voice going from a cheerful tone to a more melancholic tone. "Grandpa, those archives you told me to look over, you were right. You were right about all of them. There's a vampire by the name of Damian who is seeking revenge on our pack. But that's not the only thing I fear." He sits with his grandfather inside at the table.