Marcus From Lab Rats Novels & Stories

Jerome Laurent stood close enough that I could see the flecks of amber in his dark eyes. "Professor Laurent," I managed, my throat suddenly dry. "I didn't hear you come in." My pulse stuttered. "I didn't know anyone was still here," I said, too quickly. "Obviously." He pushed off the door and stepped inside. His boots were silent against the scuffed wooden floor. "Class ended at four. It's nearly six." I swallowed. "I lost track of time." His gaze flicked to my sketch. His lips quirked. "Evidently." He stepped closer, his cologne something woodsy with a hint of spice wrapping around me. "May I?"

I all but yelled, the pain in my leg not so bad, but it does not change the fact that the feline is a menace to me. “Walk it off, Steve…and be a man.” “First of all, it’s Marcus….and I am not….” A man….shit, I can’t say that. “Not what?” he asks, still not looking at me but playing fetch with the dogs instead while the other animals sit around.

Chapter 19 Elara's Pov "You're doing it again," Marcus says. I look up from my wine glass. "Doing what?" "The thing where you're physically present and mentally about three miles away." He says it without accusation, tilting his head slightly. Candlelight catches the warmth in his brown eyes. "You were in that same spot during the appetizers." "I was listening." "You agreed that my least favorite patient reminds you of a golden retriever." I open my mouth. Close it. "Your least favorite patient does remind me of a golden retriever."

Julian rasped, his hand tightening briefly around her hip before he released her, turning toward the heavy transport pod with his kinetic rifle held loosely in his right hand. ​He didn't bother using the stairs. Julian grabbed the groaning Marcus by his torn laboratory collar with one hand, lifting the grown man completely off the ground like a sack of garbage, and tossed him into the rear containment bay of the pod. "The rat comes with us. If the Directorship tries to lock our frequency, we’ll use his biometric voice-print as a battering ram."

Although I did like girlie things maybe because my best friend Rori was into it but here with Marcus I felt completely at home. "Yes its just a bit of mystery." I mused. Marcus pulled me into his lap at the desk chair and trailed his fingers down the exposed skin of leg between my skirt hem and stocking tops. It sent tingles through me and of course excitement but he rubbed gentle circles on my skin in a soothing manner. I told him what James had told me including all the details and Marcus listened intently. Marcus was a professor of Vampire history but he was an intellectual man and had a vast knowledge of magic and mystical things. If he didn't know something he knew how to research it an

But as soon as Mariko glared at him, Marcus couldn't help but follow her orders. Usually, Marcus doesn't like to take orders from others, but with Mariko, he is like a puppy who easily follows her orders. He feels like he is being hypnotized and that he won't have a choice but to follow her. 'Maybe I shall follow her so I can walk as soon as possible.' He thought. Marcus held on to the iron bars as he stood up. The moment he stood up, his body was shaking from his arms down to his legs. Marcus winced as he felt the pain in his legs. Mariko moved in front of him and she was between the bars Marcus was holding. She was supporting him in the front so he won't fall easily.

"The problem was never too much thinking. The problem was not enough feeling." "Do you miss him?" Marcus was quiet. Then: "I miss the man he was before. The one who laughed. The one who held Variant babies and sang them lullabies." He looked at me. "You remind me of that man. Not the King. The man." "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me." "It's the truest." We sat in silence. The wind howled. The waves crashed. "Marcus," I said. "The thing in the trench. The First One. What is it?"

Chapter 64 Gideon “Are you ready? Let’s grab a bite, then scope out our meeting place. Who knows, we might catch a New York rat tonight.” I growl at the end of my sentence out. “Oh, I am ready! Hey, can we get pizza? I hear New York rats like pizza.” Marcus chuckles. “Are you really bringing up pizza rat right now?” He killed my murderous mood. “Sorry, you left the door right open. I could help it. I’ll be right over.” We end the mind-link, and I meet Marcus in the hallway.

Like he had gone out of his way to dress up for the part of ‘Mad Scientist. “Perfect timing. Things are just starting to get interesting here, so you haven't missed anything.” “What things? What are you doing?” “These are the humans that the League flagged as suspicious last night. I had them brought here to talk.” Insane. This male was insane. Marcus scanned the humans, only feeling mild relief when he heard their faint heartbeats. His instincts howled at him to end this. To end Alessandro before he killed another human. He and Chambers were cut from the same cloth, disregarding the rules as if they were above the law.

Professor Marcus had kept him here for three hours cataloging a new donation of Civil War letters—rare, fragile, and full of raw personal truths. Marcus stood across the table, early forties, broad-shouldered in a dark button-down with the sleeves rolled up. A thin scar ran along his jaw and disappeared under his collar—something from “another life,” he’d said once and never explained. Authoritative, precise, the kind of professor who made grad students sweat for every approval. Lucas had been his research assistant for six months. The tension had been building like a storm you could feel coming. “Careful with that one,” Marcus said, voice low as Lucas lifted another folder. “The ink’s fragi