Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

Frederick’s growl came again—louder, closer. He stopped a few feet from Marcus. The air crackled between them. “You’ve seen enough,” Frederick said, voice low but carrying authority and possession. Marcus didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. He smiled wider. “And if I want to see more?” Unease rippled through the crowd. Frederick’s eyes darkened dangerously. “You don’t.” The words were quiet but final. For a moment, Marcus seemed ready to push further, to test him. Instead, he chuckled softly, relaxed, like this was all a game. “Careful,” he teased. “You’re sounding territorial.”

“Mr. Freely!” “The mayor!” “Hello, Mr. Freely!” As the mayor, Marcus held high prestige. Upon seeing him, those people immediately became respectful and stopped moving their hands and mouths. Marcus’ fierce and intimidating gaze swept around. “Zenith and Marcus drugged people with sleeping gas, severely endangered public safety, and even attempted to frame Mr. Moonshade... I will deal with them soon. They will be strictly punished, heavily sentenced, and kept behind bars!” With Marcus’ assurance, the dignitaries were naturally pleased.

“I thought you were dead.” Marcus smiled coldly, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous mixture of regret and ruthless resolve. “Death is just another mask, Elena. I disappeared so I could watch. I waited for the perfect moment to reclaim what was stolen from me.” Luca’s jaw tightened. “And now you’re back. What do you want?” Marcus stepped closer, the streetlight catching the sharp angles of his face. “Ryan’s fall left a vacuum. Chaos. Opportunity. I didn’t want to simply take over his empire — I want to build something new. Something stronger. Something unstoppable.”

These ones had bows as well, a soft shade of ivory. “We’d like this pair and also this pair.” Marcus said holding up a large pair of restraints. I knew by looking at the wrist and ankle cuffs that they would be much too large for me. I raised my eyebrow looking over at him. “For Louis, he needs a new pair.” He said with a smirk that had me picturing the two of them together. I could picture Louis bound with his hands above his head, his body naked as his cock stood at attention, I pressed my thighs together as I pictured Marcus standing over him the cat o nine tails clenched in his hand.

"I will set you free soon enough, I want you to meet her and you both get out of my pack together..." "I never thought you would ever let me go... but thank you," Louis said, his voice softer now. "Don't think I feel any mercy towards both of you, you both still are my enemies, but I have my reason..." Marcus said and turned to get out of the dungeon. Morning came, but it didn’t bring peace to Marcus and he is going to make it difficult for everyone else. Reuben stirred first. For a moment, he didn’t move, he didn’t open his eyes because something felt different.

"Let him go. He is your friend." "He disrespected you." "He made a stupid bet. It is not worth killing him over." I put my hand on Adrian's arm. "Please. Let him go." Adrian stares at Marcus for a long moment. Then he releases him. Steps back. "Get out. And tell the pack if I hear one more word about betting on my mate there will be consequences." Marcus rubs his throat. Nods. "Understood Alpha. It will not happen again." He looks at me. "I am sorry Freya. He is right. That was disrespectful."

"The Ariadne Protocol. Silas knows where the physical keys are, but he needs your biometric signature to bypass the dead-man’s switch. We clear the ghost account, we pay off the Sterling debt in one move, and in exchange, Silas will instruct the legal team to 'discover' a set of redacted emails that shift the primary blame for the harbor bribery onto Dominic Thorne. You get a plea deal, Marcus. Five years in a minimum-security facility with a golf course and a library. Instead of twenty in the dark." Marcus stared at me for a long, agonizing minute. I could see the gears turning behind his eyes—the classic, ruthless Vane calculation of survival versus pride. He was weighing the cost of his f

"Sir please. Don't turn me in. I'll do anything to make it right. I'll work for free, I'll do extra jobs...just please don't ruin my life." Ben sighed, his expression softening. "I'll tell you what, Marcus. I'll give you a chance to redeem yourself. But if you ever betray me again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?" Marcus nodded eagerly, tears of relief streaming down his face. "Yes, Sir. I understand. Thank you...thank you so much." “You'd better not let me down again, Marcus,” Ben warned, pointing a finger at Marcus, his eyes glistening with unreleased anger. “Or else…”

Ethan, Mariam, and Fenrik protected their eyes as the power of Marcus and Clara's love tore through the remnants of the curse, tearing it from Marcus's body and shattering it into nothingness. When the light at last blurred, Marcus lay still, his chest rising and falling consistently, free from the curse that had bound him for so long. Clara gasped, her heart taking off. “Marcus!” His eyes vacillated open, and he looked up at her, his face softening into a grin. “It's over,” he whispered. “I'm free.” Clara tossed her arms around Marcus, pulling him near as tears of comfort and bliss gushed down her face. For the first time in what felt like forever, they were free, free to love without the s

"What’s your point, Marcus? You think you’re better than everyone here? Because I have news for you, darling. You’re just another pawn in their little game. Just like the rest of us." Marcus smiled, but it was cold. He straightened his shoulders, a figure of effortless power. "I’m not a pawn, Charlotte. I’m the son of a man who runs a country. My father is the President of France." His words were deliberate, each one a statement of dominance. "You can call it a game, but trust me—when you’re on top, it’s not a game anymore. It’s a business. And in my world, you either play by the rules or you get crushed."