Marcus Deadly Class Novels & Stories

I smiled for the lens, picked at the ribbon, and opened it. The smell hit first, metallic and sweet in a way that made my stomach turn. Inside was a teddy bear soaked in fake blood, the fur matted dark, glass eyes staring up at me, and a card pinned to its chest. I only saw the first line before my hands stopped working. YOU SHOULD HAVE DIED AT THE GALA. The box slipped. The bear hit the studio floor with a wet sound that was too loud in the sudden quiet. I shoved back from the couch so hard the legs screeched.

“I wasn’t... going to miss... this second.” “Don’t you dare die!” I commanded, my silver eyes flashing. “You don’t get the easy way out, Killian Nightshade! You haven’t earned your peace yet!” “How touching,” Marcus sneered, reloading the rifle with a mechanical click. “The fallen Alpha dying for the rogue he threw away. It’s almost a shame I have to ruin the ending.”

"In ten minutes, this whole sector is going to be a hole in the ground. Including us." "Why tell us?" Marcus looked at Evangeline. For a second, just one, his professional mask slipped. "Because I lied about the father," Marcus said. He pointed the plasma cutter at me. "It wasn't a math problem, Kai. It was a mirror." "What does that mean?" Marcus didn't answer. He fired the cutter at the ceiling. The concrete exploded, raining dust and debris down on us. "Run," Marcus said. "If you make it to the Dead Zone, don't stop until you hit the coast."

Alright" I muttered Rex phone rang immediately and he pulled it out from his pant pocket placing it, in his ear "Yes" "What!!!!!" Rex screamed pulling the phone out of his ears "What happened?" I ask standing up "One of our men, whom I assigned to follow Marcus Madrid today, was found dead" "Damn" I growl kicking the glass table and it rolled and shattered on the good "Nick, the question should be…." "Who the hell is Marcus Madrid?" *guys the real game is about to began*

"So...?" "Okay. Amandeus. A name came from one of my captors, who worked for them. However, that's all I got. It seems this elite organization has a radar that detects celebrities with weaknesses. Do you know what 'Children of the Dead Desperate' means?" Tiger asked, pointing his chin at the screen. His last sentence referred to the keyword. Desperate dead bird. I shook my head. "I don't know... I've never heard that phrase." "It's a death knell for top musicians. They're threatening to impose a time limit on success. Musicians like you should at least release the songs they submit," Tiger explained.

Marco was crying, tightly embracing Marcus. "What's wrong? Why are you crying, my dear?" I asked, genuine concern in my voice. "Mommy!" Marco exclaimed, rushing towards me as soon as he saw me. "He had a nightmare," Marcus explained, standing at a distance near the sofa. "Mommy, I dreamt that you and daddy were dead. Someone had killed you. A dark, monstrous shadow!" Marco cried out. "Take a deep breath, my love. It was just a dream, alright?" I reassured him calmly.

Renar looked at Dominic and said, "Vance is dead. His body was found this morning." "Kealen is covering his tracks," Dominic said. Marcus said, "Pls don't leave me here, he will kill me too." The heavy silence that followed Marcus’s desperate plea was suffocating. Dominic slowly straightened his massive frame back to its full height, his dark trench coat casting a massive shadow that swallowed the trembling boy completely. The silver fire beneath the king’s scarred skin pulsed in a quiet, deadly rhythm, reflecting the dark calculations occurring behind his eyes.

She saw Julian, and her expression twisted into pure disgust. "You're looking for Elena?" she asked, her voice dripping with ice. "Yes! Where is she?" The nurse did not even blink. "Dead. Massive hemorrhage. She flatlined right here. DOA." Julian stumbled back like he had been punched. The blood drained from his face. "Impossible..." he whispered. "She was fine! She was healthy! How could she... How could she be dead? And if she is, why is there no record?" The nurse glared at him, remembering exactly how much pain I had been in while he was nowhere to be found.

“Did you get any other names? any other information about who else might have been interested?” “N-no, Sir. I swear it, I promise I won’t do anything like this ever again. I was just scared that The Deadly One was going to come for me. I don’t want to die.” A sly smirk formed on my lips as I chuckled. If only he knew his worst fear was right in front of him.

They had survived too many close calls to end like this, shot down like a dog on a dark dock. “Fuck! Fuck!!” Marcus gritted his teeth, his jaw locking tight. “Leo!” He called out again as he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles went white, a cold promise settling deep in his chest. "I am going to kill every single one of you," Marcus whispered, his voice deadly quiet. "Every single one." He did not have time to dwell on his grief. Two mercenaries in black tactical gear stepped out from behind a stack of rusted shipping containers. They carried heavy rifles and moved with perfect, military discipline. They did not look like local mobsters. They looked like ghosts in the dark.