Marcus Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Luca held Grace. Derek held Hope. Derek Jr. slept. We were a family. The four of us. And the children. The painting watched. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. A man stood there. Tall. Dark hair. No scar. He said his name was Marcus. But Marcus was dead. He smiled. He said he was the real Marcus. The one who had died was his twin. He said he had come to take what was his. Hope. He pulled out a knife.

I step out into the drizzle, the air thick and oppressive against my skin. One of the younger warriors stumbles from the second vehicle, clutching his chest before bending forward violently. Blood splatters onto the gravel. My Beta rushes to his side. “Easy. Breathe.” Marcus closes his eyes briefly, inhaling deeply as if testing the air itself. “This is not natural,” he says gravely. “This is dark power.” I look around. There is no visible road ahead. No markers, no direction. Only fog, Dense, Endless, disorienting.

His voice was low, deep, and dangerously calm when he finally spoke. “If you know what’s good for you,” he said, his British accent thick and sharp, “you’ll shut the fuck up and stop fighting me.”

“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.

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.

Some middle-aged guy broke into a woman's apartment in the middle of the night, tortured her to death, and then dove off the thirteenth-floor balcony. It was nasty enough to have the whole office buzzing. By dinner time, the police released the names: Julian and Lily. I raised an eyebrow. Nice. Supposed they finally got their 'happily ever after.'

“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.