Marcus Lopez Deadly Class Novels & Stories

Lena stared at the words. Her heart pounded wildly. “…Aftergame?” someone whispered. “What kind of sick joke is this?” another voice snapped. The screen flickered. More words appeared. STATUS: DECEASED A gasp spread across the crowd. Lena’s chest tightened painfully. “No…” she whispered. “No… that’s not—” ALL PARTICIPANTS HAVE DIED Her legs weakened slightly. Her breathing grew shallow. “I… died…” she whispered. Her voice barely sounded like hers. NEW OBJECTIVE: SURVIVE

After watching Linda leave, Alyse went to the basement. My body lay there in a coffin. Alyse knelt by the coffin and gently caressed my forehead. She said, “Don’t worry, if you can get me back from the clutches of death, I can do it too.” Unexpectedly, Alyse really managed it. She used all of her resources to bring together experts in every field. Somehow, she managed to make contact with the Strategic System that was currently in another world.

"Thomas, you still with us, brother?" Thomas opened his eyes and gazed back at his female coworker. "Yeah... but what about Candi?" "I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure she's dead." Derek looked over to Candi. Her throat had been ripped out, and Mike had been eating her neck, face, and shoulders. I would never sleep right again. Playing zombie games and watching zombies on T.V. will never prepare you for a sight like that. And Mike had been eating her like an all you can eat buffet at Red Lobster.

" I walked deliberately over to my mahogany desk, pulling a small gold key from my vest pocket. I unlocked the bottom drawer, sliding back a hidden panel to reveal a heavy, old-fashioned silver revolver -a relic from the days when the Lorenzo name was written in blood rather than contracts. I picked it up, checking the heavy cylinder with a practiced, chilling efficiency that showed I hadn't forgotten a single thing about how to kill. "He thinks he can force the stone," I murmured, my jaw clenching so hard a muscle spasmed along my cheek as I slipped the heavy weapon into my coat pocket. "He's spent his entire life nursing a psychotic hatred for me, believing I stole his ascension simply bec

There's no way I'm ever leaving with him again while he's angry. “I’m sick in the head, Keila,” Sebastian claims. It's the kind of tone that doesn't hold a single hint of disguise. A voice of despair. A voice of agony. It's not the same tone I used to hear every time he promises not to hurt me again, but a sincere despair. “I’m mentally unstable. Crazy…insane…demented. I'm sick in the head, Keila. I'm clinically diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder. My whole family knows that, including Jordan. A sociopath you might want to call.”

They looked battered, but whole. “Marcus!” Leo’s face was a mask of relief. “You made it.” “Barely,” Marcus grunted, wiping fresh blood from his lip. “The newbies… they didn’t just kill the NPCs. They broke something.” Spark stalked to the roof’s edge, her colorful braids whipping in the acrid wind. “They’re dead, right? They had to be in that blast zone. No way they survived.” “Look at the screen,” Marcus said, his voice hollow.

It all seemed to mock my weakness. My mind replayed the altercation relentlessly. I saw Rykor's eyes, how they flickered with a mix of shock and something else, something I dared not name. His pack’s faces, previously bright with warmth, turned mute with disillusionment. Blood pounded in my ears as I curled onto the floor, my body racked with silent sobs. Anyone or anything I touched died. The marks on my skin stood as a grotesque testament to my cursed existence—a tattooed ledger of my sins. Could I ever escape the sense of dread, or would I forever be the Luna of Death, feared and isolated?

"What a coincidence. We meet again." I stared at her, and something clicked. The car crash. Their car. My "death." It was all too perfect. "Hey, newbies. Need a rundown?" A guy with a seasoned look walked over. "Name's Marcus. A-class player." "Wait." I held up a hand. "Let me get this straight. Are we dead?" Marcus nodded. "Technically, you're in a near-death state. You only get your life back if you clear the game."

“Lopez is a ruthless Italian who kidnaps important people to whoever offends him. He also carries out requests too—requests to abduct someone, assassinate people.” “What?” I whispered in shock. The woman in front of me moved forwards, and we also moved forwards. “He sells body organs too. Kidnapping and harvesting organs. There was a day he played a video for us, laughing to scare us. He had torn a lady inside out, ruthlessly, and with an helicopter, had dropped her on the roof of her mother, who loved her very much. Then he took the video of the girl on the roof, and sent it to the media, framing the mother for her death.”

Suddenly, her eyes widened on seeing her dad limp on the ground as she rushed to him. "Papa!" He exclaimed as she panicked greatly, she placed her ears on his chest feeling his heartbeat but it was really slow and weak. His breath had seized too. In a haste, she quickly hired a taxi before rushing Antonio to the hospital. ★★★★★ DARK VIPERS CLAN* CYBER CELL••• Just as Lucifer stepped in, the six vipers turned around and bowed their head slightly. BLAZE, LILA, ONYX, HELLCAT, VENOM, SCAR..... They are all called the Clan vipers because they are mostly chosen for missions.