Marcus Deadly Class Novels & Stories

"The damage from containing her entity should have kept you unconscious for days." "Should have. Would have. Could have." Drake stalked forward, his presence radiating lethal intent. "But you forgot something crucial, Marcus. I have died and returned more times than you can count. Pain is just information now. Death is just a transition. And you—" his smile turned savage, "—you are just a dead man who has not stopped breathing yet." Marcus's dark magic flared defensively. "Brave words from a rogue playing at being important. You are nothing but—"

--------------------- VENOM EMPIRE That's where Marcus lives, alone to avoid suspicious eyes. He just returned home from the club with a girl by his side. Yeah, he's a typical playboy, fucking around however he wants and getting any woman with a snap of his fingers due to his handsome face and perfect body with the money he's flowing in. Marcus and the girl walk into the guest room and, before the girl even realizes it, he's already buried himself inside her, banging her like there's no tomorrow.

Wanting to see to the extent that the girl's eyes could endure the temptation of showing her darrel's grave, although Bella would never have been able to meet him even if only by a mountain of dirt. Yes, Marco was indeed a ruthless man with no compassion at all. It is evident with the body of an AD darrel that vanished even without a trace from the earth, after obliterating the darrel. Marco told pablo to take the man's body to his pets, he innoculously told pablo to throw the bloody corpse into the pit where the lions were waiting for their rations.

I followed him down, catching him on the sidewalk as he fumbled with a lighter. “Those will rot your lungs before a silver blade touches you,” I noted. “Thanks for the tip,” Marcus snapped, taking a long, shaking drag. “But Adrian will probably rip my throat out before the cancer gets a chance.” We sat on the bench, watching the traffic crawl through the rain-slicked streets. Marcus was seething. I didn't blame him. Adrian was my polar opposite—a tattooed, edgy disaster in black leather, while I stood there looking like a poster for the High Council’s elite. We were born to clash.

"We need a plan, Daxon. Heriberto....or whatever he is now.....is going to converge. He will eat the ley lines first. Then the Covens. Then us." "I said shut up!" I punched the wall. Plaster cracked. Pain shot up my arm, grounding me. "My brother is dying in there. I don't care about the ley lines." Marcus turned to me. His eyes were cold, ancient. "Then you are not an Alpha," he said. "You are a mourner. And mourners get buried with the dead." He pushed off the wall. "There is a way to save him," Marcus said. I froze. "What?"

"Someone must remove the device or take him where the explosion won't kill anyone." Marcus grabbed Adrian's frozen body and ran toward the forest again, but the device detonated forty yards from the headquarters, killing Marcus and Adrian instantly. The explosion shattered complex windows and injured dozens of wolves with debris and shockwaves. "Marcus is dead," Dante said over the emergency channel from Blackwood territory, where he was remotely monitoring the situation. "He died saving the headquarters from an explosion that killed Adrian." Marcus was Elena's first real pack ally and a true friend through everything they'd survived. Losing him felt like losing family.

I **Deleted Marcus’s "Rights." I stripped him of his "Humanity." I turned him back into what he truly was: a line of malicious code. "NO!" Marcus screamed as his physical body began to dissolve into white pixels. "YOU CAN'T! I AM THE EXECUTIVE!" "You're a 'Legacy Bug,'" I said. Marcus vanished into a pile of grey ash. But as he disappeared, he threw his silver blade into the **Primary Cooling Vent** of the Genesis engine. --- ### The Meltdown of the Earth

We broke apart instantly. I ran with Mia back to the gate. What we saw on the other side stopped every heartbeat in my chest. It wasn’t just a scout. It was an entire hunting party. Half-dead. Covered in blood. And tied to a post behind them— Was Marcus. Barely conscious. Carved into his chest was the symbol of the hidden clan Varin had spoken of. And burned into the post above him: "One blood must fall.”

he said looking at Lancaster. “Well it’s still the first day Lumberton, I don’t expect you telling me all your secrets all of a sudden” Mr. Lancaster said. “Okay let’s talk about what you guys found out with this hellish journal “ Marcus said “Well it turns out they’re a lot of ways we can die asides silver, things we don’t even know or exist faraway, things we haven’t even discovered yet” Derek explained “Okay this isn’t about us how the hell do we take Blake down? With these powers he has it’s hard even laying a scratch on him” Marcus said tensed

As I do so, a strange explosion fills my stomach, triumphant that finally there's a replacement of Jordan Crown's beauty. A bit skips as our hands intertwine. Time seems to tick beyond count and age blurs into each other. The entire universe collapsed back to BigBang and was reborn. Stars and planets dies and scatters into the dark nothingness. For these five seconds of staring, nothing else holds significance. Just two windows and a gaze into a moment. Nothing else. Just a stare before the explosion. “Keila Taylor.” We shake hands.