Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

His face was stoic and his eyes were vacant as he pulled me from the arena, never slackening his grasp one bit. “This is the part where you kill me, isn't it? Ah, but you won't even do it yourself, am I right?” His eyebrows straighten into a hard line while his jaw tensed and I scoff at the sight. “You'll get someone else to do it for you, too scared to get your hands dirty.” A humorless laugh escaped me and I felt his hand grip onto my arm tighter. “Raven it's okay, we will make it through this I promise!” I heard Cassius shout behind me. I tried to turn and look towards him but the prince's grip allowed nothing of the sort. My gaze dropped to the ground at the sound of his voice full of ho

Even as the pain made me convulse, I welcomed the feeling of my soul being stripped free and reborn. When it was finally over, I let out a long breath. My body felt unbelievably light. Far away, Marcus was shopping with Clara and the kids, laughing together. Suddenly, his chest tightened, and the suffocating sensation nearly made him collapse. But it passed in an instant. Confused, he brushed it off when Clara called his name, and he soon forgot about it altogether. They went to Firefly Woods. They took family photos and walked along the beach together. They had no idea that somewhere in the city, I had already left the pack behind, dragging my suitcase into an airport terminal.

“Reckless? Reckless is what will happen if I don’t put that man in his place! He can do whatever he wants with anyone else, but Serenity is off-limits. She is NOT his to touch.” “Okay, okay. But listen, Marcus—neither he nor Serenity knows about their connection. Calm down before you make things worse,” Frederick urged, knowing all too well what Marcus was capable of when enraged. “I am calm! If I wasn’t, I’d be armed!” Marcus snapped. “That’s exactly what worries me. Please, Marcus, don’t do something you’ll regret.” Both men climbed into the car and drove straight to Maximus’s hotel. Frederick hadn’t acquired the room number legally, but they had it nonetheless. The sound of hurried, heavy

Marcus ordered as Reagan mindlink one of the warriors to go procure all the witches to their chamber. It wasn't long before the sorcerers and diviners started entering his chamber one after the other as some of them have little or no news at all, Marcus fumes in anger each passing minute as he scrutinizes them walk in and out of his room without any idea. "This doesn't seem like a good plan," Reagan states concerning the diviners. "Of course, it was a total waste of time," Marcus whispered with anger and irritation. "One sorcerer is still outside, Lord," with his head lowered submissively the warrior cuts in and interrupts their little conversation.

Marcus released a dense cloud of gray smoke toward the sky, maintaining an practiced calm that disconcerted the rest of the team. "Maybe yes, they are going to put him in jail," Marcus sentenced, taking another drag from the tobacco. "But at this precise instant, there is absolutely nothing we can do to avoid it. They are orders from above." "Orders from above?!" the young mercenary passed a hand over his face, "Mr. Frederick is going to cut off our heads for not having loaded him into the SUV by force." Marcus let out a massive sigh, brought his fingers to his temples to massage the tense skin, and locked his dark eyes on the gate of the clandestine bar.

Jackson laughs at his question. "Staying as far away from her as possible and keeping my mind off this morning." Marcus looks at him confused. "I'm going for a run, hopefully, the damn cold alone will help; otherwise I am ill, seriously ill and can't get out of bed and go." Marcus laughs as Jackson stands up. "Can't have been that bad Jackson." Marcus laughs, watching as he looks at him shocked. "I am used to everything Marcus, I am used to the feeling of losing control and being free, that feeling isn't the damn same, it drives me crazy to the point I want to make her scream all day and night." His head shakes, he won't let her do it again.

But one thing was clear: they would face it together. The winds had shifted. The storm had passed. And now, as the moon shone bright in the sky, a new dawn was breaking for them all. --- As the camp settled into the quiet of the night, the rebellion’s victory was no longer just a dream. It was reality. Sena had not only reclaimed her voice; she had sparked a revolution. The land was changing, and the future was no longer just a distant hope—it was the reality that they would shape together. The Moonmarker’s truth had been revealed, and with it, the promise of a new world—one where the wolves were free, and their voices would never again be silenced.

Ahead lay open sea, moonlight dancing across black water. Behind me, Marcus staggered into view, shirt unbuttoned, pantless, hair wild, face twisted into something that barely qualified as human. ‘Nowhere to go now,’ he said, panting. I turned around to face him. He grinned wickedly. ‘I’m going to fuck you with a steel pipe for making me run, then I’m going to sell you as a sex slave in Africa.’ I took a deep breath. ‘No thanks. I’ve already got plans.’

His expression softened. He lay down beside Alex, pulling him into his arms. He stroked Alex's sweat-damp hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. He traced the fresh ink on Alex's thigh with a calloused finger. "You're allowed to play," Marcus whispered, his voice a low rumble against Alex's ear. "You can go out and get fucked by anyone you want. But you have to come home to me dripping. You have to let Daddy smell them on you so he can reclaim what's his. Do you understand?"

“What're you going to do? I think you're forgetting a lot of old memories, Marcus.” Marcus fists trembled, veins bulging against his skin. He looked like he was barely holding himself back. Seeing him this restrained terrified me. Marcus wasn't the type to back down from anyone—but somehow Reid had him under control. Reid laughed and turned toward the door. Before stepping out, he glanced back at me, flashing a smug smile. “Take a day to rest, I'll make up some excuse for you to my dad. See you on Monday, sweetheart.” Marcus whipped his head toward me, startled. His wide eyes made it obvious I'd been caught eavesdropping.