Marcus Deadly Class Novels & Stories

With movements too fast to follow, he grabbed a fallen moon silver blade from the floor and drove it straight through Marcus's heart. Marcus froze, his yellow eyes wide with disbelief. He looked down at the blade protruding from his chest, then back at Xavier. "Impossible," he rasped. "I was supposed to be... unstoppable..." "You were supposed to be a lot of things," Xavier said coldly. "But mostly, you were just supposed to die for your crimes. Consider this justice for every wolf you've murdered, every pack you've destroyed, and every life you've ruined." Marcus's monstrous form began to crumble, the moon silver in his system turning against him now that his heart had been pierced. Within

“Marcus… he’s next. Diego said the family company is the final target. He’s going after him tonight.” The chilling message hung in the air like another gunshot. Marcus, the man who had been both ally and enemy, was now marked for death. The game had shifted again, and the body count was rising faster than they could keep up with. Elara looked at Jax, fear and determination burning in her eyes as they realized the next fight was already upon them.

He lets that sit. “I am taking her down because when the hull starts to deform she will hear the titanium go a full second before your tablet draws you a graph about it. That second is all of us. So no. We don’t drop the dead weight. You’re standing next to it.” Marcus’s mouth opens and finds nothing in it worth the air. He shuts it. He has been put in a drawer, neatly, and the worst part for him is that it was done with a fact and not an insult.

I stood in the wreckage of the nursery, looking at the silver-oak wolf carving Marek had given Leo—now nothing but a pile of splinters and scorched dust. "The Marrow Protocol," I rasped, my voice sounding like raw meat being dragged over a gravel road. "Tell me exactly what that means, Marcus." Marcus stood at the jagged opening where the windows used to be, his face illuminated by the sickly purple flares of the Council ships retreating into the upper atmosphere.

No one seemed to hear me thank goodness. "Did a classified general come to claim the bodies?" Marcos asked. "Not yet sir," "We are not giving them back, we'll make a spectacle of it so that they should think twice before attacking us next time," Marcus said, looking at his elder brother for approval. The Alpha just sighed "Do to them as you please," "We'll cut their heads and put them spikes like the old days, then raise them for all to see," Marcus suggested with a malicious grin on his lips.He was the most violent from what I noticed.

Marcus had reached the point where they couldn't stand on the same Earth, one of them was bound to go to hell. Mentioned as a batch of missiles that Victor and Robin intended to sell to the Prince of the Republic of Serbia, the power was fierce, the firing distance had also been greatly improved, and most importantly, the micro-controls were very good, able to be set within a range for bombardment, without affecting the innocent. Almost all the buildings within the Mafia's range on Sicily Island were destroyed. Mr. Marcus, when he got serious, was definitely a madman, paying no attention to how much property damage this would cause, nor to the casualties within the Mafia. All of this was bey

We passed by the large hall we all called Judgment Hall and I saw him - Marcus, my worst nightmare. He stood tall, menacing, his presence screaming cunningness and ruthlessness. Marcus is the underground’s most feared loan shark and mafia lord. And the very person who held my life in his bloodstained hands. “Do you know what happens to debtors like you?” I heard him sneered, tightening his grip around a man's throat. His voice dripped with venom. “They never live to tell their story. Well, maybe they do... in hell. To others like them.”

“That is the fear.” Ruin’s expression did not change, but I saw something shift behind his eyes. It was not panic. It was a calculation. “You cannot leave this room alive,” Ruin said. Marcus laughed quietly. “I was never meant to leave,” he replied. That sentence made my stomach drop. “Explosives,” Axel muttered. I followed his gaze. A small device blinked red against the far wall. My breath caught. Marcus smiled. “If I die, this level collapses,” he said. “Your wife will be buried under your protection.”

The word was a growl, a warning. Marcus's voice trembled, his eyes welling up with tears. "Aldric's planning something, Alpha. But he didn't tell me anything about it, I swear." Kael's vision blurred with rage, his mind racing with possibilities. Without another word, he snapped Marcus neck upon he had pleaded for mercy, but Kael couldn't take chances on getting caught. The sound echoed through the alleyway, and Marcus's lifeless body fell to the ground, a heavy thud that sent a shiver down Kyle's spine.

She lay there until she was sure that the person was gone. Immediately she noticed that he was outta sight, she came out from the bed with cautious steps and went outside to peep, to see what was going on. Lots of dead bodies lay on the floor, people were murdered in cold blood that brought shivers down her spine. She couldn't believe that Beta Derek was so wicked that he didn't care about shedding innocent people's blood just for the throne. I couldn't believe how much my father trusted and respected him and yet he turned out to be our worst nightmare.