Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

She was marvelous and terrifying. "There she is," Marcus said hungrily. "The hybrid. Once I kill her, the prophecy dies with her." "You'll have to go through us," I growled. "Gladly." Marcus lunged not at Tate but at me. He was fast. Faster than he'd seemed before. His jaws closed around my back leg. Pain exploded through me. Mathias hit him from the side, but Marcus barely flinched. He shook me like a toy, bones cracking. Then fire exploded between us.

I said, twisting to look at all of them. "Not you, what you present to the public. Eve. She was onto us before she died" "You mean before she was killed" I accused him, spitting in his face. One of the guys slapped me and Marcus held up a hand for him to stop and he wiped the spittle from his face. "Yes it later became necessary to kill her" He said, without feeling any remorse. I realized now how much dangerous Marcus was compared to Wesley. He viewed people as expandable pawns that he could sacrifice at any time.

For several seconds, I could only stare at Marcus. My mind refused to accept what my eyes were seeing. He was supposed to be dead. Coach Daniels had told me that Marcus Reed had died six months ago in a car accident, and I had believed him because there had never been a reason for me to question it. Yet Marcus was standing in front of me in the underground room, breathing normally, looking at me as if the past seven months had been nothing more than a long game of hide and seek.

“Class four doesn’t pay much. It's usually non-life- threatening like watching over a sick rich guy or chasing off paparazzi. Easy work.” Marcus smirked. “Usually, yes, Leah. But this time's different.” “How?” the man asked. “Because this time you're not just going to protect,” Marcus answered, his smile growing darker. “You're going to kill.”

Once he is dead, the pack will stand no chance against me. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and the air in the room seemed to grow heavier as a familiar figure entered. Marcus. He moved with an unnatural grace, his hood shadowing most of his face, but the faint glow of his unnervingly sharp eyes. I stood taller, refusing to show weakness, but even I couldn’t deny the weight Marcus brought with him. His presence was always unsettling, a constant reminder of the power he wielded; dark, ancient, and ruthless.

“We have an abandoned site by the docks, boss. It checks out.” I looked back at Alex. “If you’re lying, whatever happens next will make tonight look like a gift.” Alex nodded vigorously, tears streaming down his face. “I’m not lying. I swear!” “Good,” I said, stepping back. “Marco, Take two men with you, it's just 10 minutes drive from here..” After twenty minutes, a call came through and I picked it. "Mark is dead" Marco says over the line. "He's dead"

“Who?" Marcus smiled bitterly. “It doesn't matter anymore. He died three weeks ago." Everyone froze. Elena blinked. “What?" Marcus nodded. “Natural causes. I confirmed it myself." Adrian looked incredulous. “Then why continue?" Marcus lowered his head. “Because I didn't know who I was without the mission." The confession silenced everyone. Even the police officers nearby seemed to pause. Elena suddenly understood. Marcus hadn't deceived her because he wanted power. He had deceived her because letting go of the truth meant losing the only purpose he'd had since he was a boy.

“The system my father was able to work under for so many years? That's how you all got away with murder?” "No." Marcus shook his head. "I'm confessing. Right now. In front of witnesses and cameras. ” He raised his eyes to the security cameras on the corner. "Darkest Side of the Moon we learn that dumb as a rock Marcus is the one who killed Isabella Del Rios, but it was under works by Dimitri D'Angelo. I’ve been a fugitive for 15 years. And I am giving myself up for justice.” "Uncle Marcus, no!" I screamed. My voice, however, was muffled by the glass.

“I’m trying to wake you up.” “Well congratulations,” I snapped, “You’ve officially done both.” The silence after that was suffocating. Marcus stared at me like he was searching for the girl he used to know and couldn’t find her anymore. That girl has been dead for a while now. “That man destroys everything he touches,” he said quietly. “And you’re standing there acting like you’re not already bleeding.” My chest tightened painfully. “I know who he is,” I whispered. “Do you?” Marcus challenged. “Because from where I’m standing, you’re walking straight back into the fire.”

"The FBI knows about you, Daniel. Marcus is working with them right now." "Marcus is dead." The world stopped. "What?" Adrian whispered. "I said Marcus is dead," Daniel's voice was flat and without emotion. "My informant wasn't sent to make a deal; he was sent to distract your security, then Marcus was taken out. By now he should be at the bottom of the river." I couldn't breathe. Marcus, the man who saved my life twice, who brought me coffee and sat with me for hours while I was sick and promised to keep me safe.