Marcus From Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Aiyana roared with approval inside me, guiding my movements with ancient precision. Another lunged for me from behind, but I spun and drove my fist into his jaw. He crashed backward with a pained howl. Aiyana’s energy wrapped around me like invisible armor, strong, steady, furious. “Stay behind me!” someone shouted. “I’m fine!” I yelled back, landing another blow. The hall vibrated with the sound of claws scraping stone, bodies colliding, growls echoing like thunder. Marcus was an unstoppable force, his Lycan form cutting through rebels with brutal, precise efficiency. Every movement radiated power, dominance, and deadly beauty.

I don’t know if this is something Marcus is doing to me to get what he wants, either way, I need to get myself and this man out of here before something does happen. “Almost perfect,” Marcus said grabbing me around my throat. “It's almost sad to see you go, but I am not going to feel bad about killing the last of her family that can do anything.” “You won't be doing anything.” I snapped. “I am going to figure out how to get away from you, get my mate out of here if he is my mate,” I said looking down at the fraile but buffy guy. There is something about him but I don’t know what it is. Maybe this is a trick and he might be part of it, even though he didn’t look too good for being part of the

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.

Marcus broke out in a fit of cough. "Ungrateful? Is that what you say? I carried out all your fucking dirty deeds only for you to cast me aside when it suited you!" "Derek please, you can't do this to us because of that bitch sister of mine, she never deserved you, you wo..." "Shut up!! You are not fit to utter her name! None of you!" A bullet fired and Phoebe screamed. A bullet hole was created in Marcus' forehead as blood trickled slowly. He was dead.

“They won’t blow us up here, Mavric. They need that ‘asset’ alive. My death means my mother’s research data remains locked forever behind a dead‑man encryption protocol.” Before they reached the exact coordinates they had been given, a man came crawling out from behind a stack of wooden pallets. It was Marcus. His once proud and arrogant face was now ruined, covered in bruises and dried blood. It seemed The Sovereigns had used him as their final pawn and discarded him like trash. “Liora… please help me…” Marcus whimpered, his voice hoarse with terror. “They… they will kill me if I don’t lead you straight to them.”

Ciel immediately said, cutting off Marcus's words. Marcus laughed. "We'll, I'm just saying." Ciel gave Marcus Garcia an incredulous look. 'How could he smile and laugh while talking about killing someone? Seriously, he's giving me some weird and creepy killer vibes right now.' Sensing the kind of look Ciel was giving, Marcus laughed even more before saying, “I know what you're thinking, so let me get this straight now. I have never killed anyone,” he paused as his smile deepened in a creepy way, then he continued to say, “but that could change today. This might be the day where I'll have my first kill.”

"Marcus was alive. All those years. Watching. Waiting." "Yes." "And now he is dead." "Yes." I turned to my grandmother. "Who killed him?" She looked at the floor. "Dante Marchetti. He found Marcus in Prague. He tortured him. Killed him. Burned the body." Rex's face went pale. "My uncle killed Marcus?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because Marcus knew the truth. About the program. About the investors. About Dante's role in everything." "Dante wanted to silence him." "Yes." Rex pulled out his gun. "I am going to kill him."

A single line of sweat traced down his temple. "Is he...?" My voice was barely a whisper. "Dead," Marcus said flat, with no emotion. "He would have killed you both." I stared at the body. At the dark stain spreading beneath his head. The way his fingers were still curled around the trigger. He wouldn't let go even in death. "He would have killed you both." I started shaking. Adrian pulled me into his chest. His arms wrapped around me like a cage. Like he could keep the world out by sheer force.

Marcus cried in pain. He rushed towards Dylan like a raging bull and pushed him away, before fleeing out of the office. Dylan smirked. He chased after Marcus. "You are not escaping this time around." Dylan aimed his gun at Marcus's head. "Goodbye, brother." A shot fired through the air, entering Marcus's head. Marcus fell to the ground with a heavy thud, dying. Dylan dropped his gun, tears falling down his eyes. "It was finally over. It was all over."

I'd never seen this kid before in my life, but something about his eyes looked familiar. "Read the note," Carlo said grimly. I unfolded the paper with shaking hands. 'His name was Marcus. He was eight years old when you killed him. He loved soccer and wanted to be a veterinarian when he grew up. You took that away from him when you bombed my house years ago. Now I'm going to take everything away from you. Your woman and your son are somewhere you'll never find them. But don't worry - they'll die knowing you failed them, just like I failed my boy. - Rex'