Marcus Deadly Class Novels & Stories

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.”

“You're fucking crazy.” Marcus let out a peal of laughter, “If I were you in my own expert opinion, I would oblige but obviously I can never be you.” He grinned mischievously. “You either choose to be a coward or not because the moment I blow your face off, you will never have the chance of seeing her again. I suggest you pen down everything you want her to know before you take your last breath.” He dropped a pen and a book on his lap and gradually untied the robe from his hand. “Don't try to play smart, I see that look on your face. You're not a cat and you do not have nine lives. Do exactly what I said.” He raised the gun at him, taking an aim on his head.

And now, she was trapped in a web of uncertainty, unsure of how to move forward. In the condominium, the minions were reporting to their boss as he arranged his briefcase. “Marcus’s death should be announced in the news tomorrow morning, and the official report is suicide. We made sure of that. And it wasn’t by hanging, he slit his wrist, so the cause of death is excessive bleeding”.

“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.

“He had that scar.” Silence filled the room. Dominic turned back to the screen, fingers flying over the console. “That’s not possible.” The system hummed as he cross-referenced data—height, gait, shoulder width, reaction time. The analysis took longer than usual, the cursor stalling as if reluctant. Then a file surfaced. MARCUS VAIL Status: Deceased Former Position: Hale Security Division Lead Cause: Classified—Internal Containment Lila felt cold spread through her limbs. “Deceased?”

Marcus… that betraying figlio di puttana… (son of a bitch…)was about to choke on the consequences. De Luca would tear his world apart looking for answers, and Marcus would be forced to move, to react and to expose himself. With the half I’d given them, anyone with a brain would find the rest. And Marcus? He wants my empire so badly he can taste it. I smiled wider as we disappeared into the lights. Let him have it. Let’s see how long he survives holding something that was designed to explode in his hands.

"Who’s moving faster?" My breath caught when he told me everything, eyes widening. I needed to inform my father immediately. The entire wolf line was at risk. what he told me explained the missing werewolves from the other pack and the insider problem Jeremy had warned me about. The witches... the witchers were involved. They were raising the dead. They’d been capturing werewolves, killing them, and infusing them with dark magic to bring them back—along with vampires, making a unilateral army. Those were the creatures I fought in my pack, the horde who had attacked me. That’s why their blood was black, cause they were rotten. The thought of reanimating the dead without a soul, trapping them,