Marcus Ornellas Novelas Novels & Stories

Elena Morgan has always felt like an outsider. Raised by her single mom in a quiet town, she knows nothing of her father or her heritage. Strange things start happening after graduation: her senses sharpen, her strength increases, and she feels an intense connection to Lucas Blackwood, alpha of a powerful werewolf pack. Lucas is preparing for a prophecy regarding an "Alpha's Heir" who may save or damn the werewolf world. In encountering Elena, he knows she is that heir—the one holding the power to shift the dynamics of werewolves. Getting close, Lucas battles between his feelings for Elena and the menace from Viktor Nightshade, a rogue werewolf who would like to utilize Elena as a power tool. Viktor is a menace, but Elena must balance her newfound powers with pack politics and growing feelings for Lucas. Along her path to self-discovery, she turns to her best friend, Jenna, and elder Marcus for guidance. She must become "The Alpha's Heir" to defend her pack and Werewolf World. "The Alpha's Heir" is a coming-of-age story about identity, love, and power set against the hidden supernatural world.

Within the boundaries of one territory, four dominant Alphas vie for possession of one human girl. Marcus, Ares, Derek, and Kai—all of them desired me. Each of them was ready to go against the other three to make me his at any cost and spoil me rotten. I became the object of their obsession, igniting a dangerous jealousy that threatens to spark a devastating war. And I found myself helplessly drawn to each of them, falling in love four times in one lifetime. But my dreams are filled with the visions of their bare bodies entwined with mine, fulfilling my wildest and most forbidden fantasies. I didn’t want any one of them. I… wanted them all. My heart torn between four dominating men, I longed for the pain in my heart to stop that made me yearn for the others while I slept in the arms of one. Trapped in an endless cycle of heartache and tears, will this prey survive? Or will she fall victim to the clutches of the four alphas, torn apart by their insatiable desires? (Daily Updates) --- ~A Reverse Harem (Four men involved with 1 girl) Series~ Book 1: Four Alphas and A Prey: The Shadowblood Territory

On our sixth wedding anniversary, I felt a seam split open in my skull. Not from pain, but from truth. “Ethan, that new assistant… how does she taste?” Marcus’s thought, slick as oil. Ethan's reply slithered through my veins: "Young. Tender. Like summer berries." His lips shaped a lie. His hand shielded me from the crowd, even as his fingers pressed a blood-red cocktail into my palm. "Don't let Lena find out,"he thought, the words clear as speech. "I’d in a big trouble." Laughter swirled. Champagne clinked.their mind. Nobody knew I could hear every thought ,the ability to read minds awakened in me last night. . Nobody knew I had already known about his betrayal long ago. There were no tears, no screams I just replied “yes” to Professor Johnson’s encrypted call-the path I should have chosen six years ago. In three days, I would vanish. Not running from him. Running back to who I was at twenty—the rising star of virus research.

In the tenth year of being the secret lover of Luca, a Mafia Don, I died. When the bullet tore through my chest, I used the last of my strength to dial his number. “Luca, I’ve been shot… Please, save me…” On the other end, he let out a careless, mocking snort. “Eva, is this another one of your tragic‑act routines? Helena’s waiting for me to have breakfast with her. I’m tired of this game. Stop bothering me.” Then, the call cut off without mercy, and so I closed my eyes in despair. When I opened them again, I had gone back seven days before the shooting. This time, with trembling fingers, I dialed a number I hadn’t dared to touch in three years. “Marcus, three years ago, you said you’d marry me. Do you still stand by it?” The voice on the other end exploded. “Eva! You finally called me! I’m in Sicily, clearing out an enemy faction. I can’t get back right now. “Give me seven days. I swear I’ll come back to you in a blaze of glory!”

They say the devil knows your name before you ever see his face. Cedric Santos learns this truth in the private booth of New York’s most exclusive club, serving champagne to the man who holds his family’s life in his hands. Gianni Falcone, New York’s newest kingpin, smiles like he knows every secret Cedric is hiding. Because he does. Desperate to pay his father’s $500,000 mafia debt, Cedric agrees to work undercover for the police with Gianni as the target. Except Gianni is actually Gus Franco, the invisible boy from high school who witnessed Cedric’s greatest humiliation. Who has been obsessively in love with him for six years, who orchestrated everything; the debt, the desperation, and the carefully constructed trap, just to make Cedric his. What starts as espionage turns into seduction. Every touch is a claim, every kiss is a threat, and Cedric finds himself falling for the monster who destroyed his life to remake it in his image. Detective Marcus Chen offers a way out, but Gianni offers everything else, only if Cedric surrenders to him completely. In a game where love and control are indistinguishable, the only way out is deeper in.

I loved Lucian for years and gave up everything to save his life, but all I got in return was disgust in his eyes. In my past life, I was forced to become his mate, but in the end, I died under the claws of the feral wolves he sent after me, and he even snapped my brother Marcus's neck with his own teeth. The night I was reborn, I made a different choice. I let my rival Ayara have what she wanted. I married the brutal Prince Draven in her place, the one rumors said would "kill his bride," and she got to run off and save Lucian. But when the wedding car door opened, the person who stepped out was the gentle boy I'd met when I was five years old. "Take a closer look, sweetheart. Am I really as terrifying as the rumors say?" His amber eyes were full of warmth and affection. Turns out, he'd staged twelve fake weddings just waiting for me to grow up. By the time Lucian got on his knees and begged me to come back, it was already too late; I was Draven's Luna now.

Three days ago, Damon Ashford marked me. The night he became Alpha, he sank his fangs into my neck under the moonlight. When his wolf blood mixed with mine, my wolf soul trembled violently. I thought the bond was taking root. I was too excited, too happy to tell the difference between real blood transfer and the simple sting of broken skin. This morning I went to City Hall without telling him. I wanted to pick up our certificate and frame it for our bedroom wall. I wanted to surprise him. The clerk checked the system, then looked up at me. "Whitmore, the mark on your neck is fake. There is no trace of wolf blood exchange." "Also, Ashford completed a formal registration with a woman named Clara Wellick two weeks ago." Under wolf law, a mark must be registered within seven days or it becomes invalid. I came to register, only to find I was never registered at all. I took off the scarf covering my neck and dropped it into the trash can outside City Hall. Standing on the steps, I sent my brother a message. Marcus, I’ll go with you for the closed medical research.

"You aren't a wife, Adeline; you're just a pawned trinket your father sold to me to settle a debt he couldn't afford. So, just fucking sign this divorce paper!" To Rogue Sterling—the ruthless billionaire CEO—Adeline Marcus was nothing more than a contract he never wanted. For two years, she endured humiliation, betrayal, and the cruel indifference of the man she loved even after he announced that he impregnated his beloved ex and forced her to sign the divorce paper…pregnant she chose to leave... until a tragic plane crash took her from the world. The elites mourned. Rogue celebrated—with his pregnant mistress on his arm. But death can be a powerful disguise. Years later, she returns. A new name. A hidden heiress. Untouchable. Cold. Dangerous. And Rogue Sterling? The moment he sees her, regret crashes through him like a storm. The wife he abandoned is alive… and more powerful than he ever imagined. This time, she won’t beg for love. She won’t forgive. She’ll take everything—and he’ll realize too late what he lost.

Traded off by her brother, Alpha Darren, who took a loan from the Twin Alphas, Daniel and Marcus, Lila went from daughter of Alpha parents to breeder over night. Her pleas were ignored and her opinion forced to die in a dungeon, Lila had no choice to but to agree to the terms her brother had set. However, on the first night, everything goes wrong. The kings mate her as their mate, but then the very next morning , the mark disappears. The curse makes Lila belong to no one but the brothers knew one thing, they wanted her, curse or no curse. However, their hidden relationship soon became public news, with Lila suddenly becoming the villain in her own story. Bonds are shattered , hearts are broken and revenge becomes the fuel Lila needed to claim back what had always been hers from the beginning. But soon she is stunned by two shocking facts: a child growing in her, and her wolf being tied to the two men she hates. Lila needs to go back to the only men who can destroy her curse in order to save her unborn son and herself though it may cost everything. Since the Nine-Tailed Luna was not designed to kneel. She was meant to rule.

At the engagement party, the champagne tower is only half-built when Marcus Harrison answers a phone call. He glances at me and says, "I have to go. Lily collapsed at the airport." I say, "If you leave, we're done." He leaves anyway, in front of 200 guests. He carries Lily Bardot in his arms, wearing the coat I gave him, as he drives away in my car. The next day, he sends me an email that reads, "Lily will be moving into my apartment. She needs me, and I hope you can understand. Once Lily gets better, we'll get married. Please trust me." I stare at the screen and suddenly laugh. So what he wants isn't someone who loves him. It's someone who needs him. And I'm too independent, so I don't make the cut. That evening, I scroll through my contacts and find a number I've never given a second glance to. It belongs to someone who's been waiting for me for 23 years. I dial it. "Tomorrow night, 7:00 pm. Meet me at the restaurant by the sea."