Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

“I, Talia—what’s your last name?” “I, Talia Wyatt,” I said. “Hereby solemnly pledge.” “Hereby solemnly pledge.” “My loyalty and allegiance to the Midnight Maple Pack.” “My loyalty and allegiance to the Midnight Maple Pack.” “And Alpha Blake Wulfric.” “And Alpha Blake Wulfric.” After his last name left my mouth, I felt a connection within me snap into place and a tethering to Blake. Once the feeling passed, we separated our hands.

One month after… … Marcus died due to the Pandemic that swept the world. ♦ ♦ ♦ "Raise your head and look at me" Zark demanded, before him, was an illusory reflection of his old self. Marcel was reflecting the same ideals as his. Marcel's gaze lifted from his position on the ground and he looked directly at Zark, which he saw petrified. Pale skin like a corpse, empty eyes submerged in a perpetual darkness in which he had a single purple point, a black ring which radiated the purest of light was on his head.

And now that McCoy’s are at the rock, all thanks to fucking Hall, they did that. When I enter my bedroom, Inessa is on the bed, the lights are off, the city lights and the moon are the ones that brighten the room a little to see the things. I don’t have any energy in my body, so I slam on the bed without changing my clothes, I need to take a shower, these clothes have been on my torso for 20 hours now, but I am not in the state to think all these right now.

Chapter 16 (Xander's POV) The Elysium Tower joint statement took forty minutes to draft and approximately four seconds to be overshadowed by something considerably more irritating. His name was Marcus Hale. A Tech company heir. Thirty and had the kind of effortless charm that came from never having had to work particularly hard for anything. He arrived at Laurent Luxe's quarterly stakeholder reception that evening with an invitation I hadn't approved and a familiarity with Sophia that told me this wasn't their first encounter.

"Lock down the evening audit logs and go home to your family. The matrix can watch itself tonight." "Goodnight, Mrs. Betiang-Luther. And... congratulations. We changed the world today." "No," I whispered as the console clicked offline, leaving the terrace in absolute, pristine silence. "We just forced the world to admit it had already changed." A soft, familiar rustle of fabric sounded behind me, followed by the heavy, solid cadence of footsteps that I could recognize in my sleep. Marcus stepped out onto the terrace, his massive frame silhouetted against the soft golden light spilling from our bedroom. He had shed his corporate armor entirely, wearing only a pair of dark silk trousers and a

CHAPTER 2: The Enemy's Price "You're late." I step out of the car. Marcus is asleep in the backseat. I grabbed him from school so fast I didn't even put on his shoes. Mid-nap. Still in his uniform. His small hand clutches that stuffed wolf he loves. I grabbed it from his bed without thinking. The only thing he asked for when I pulled him out of class. A man walks toward me. Tall. Broad. Scar through his eyebrow. White and jagged, like lightning cut his face. He moves like he expects the ground to move for him, like the world should step aside.

Then he stood. Because falling wasn’t defeat. Staying down was. “You’re not a god.” The smile sharpened. “I don’t need to be.” A pause. “To end you.” The shadows in the room thickened. Stretching. Climbing. Reaching for him. Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “Enough.” His aura flared instantly. Golden. Blinding. Power surged through the room. Crushing. Dominating. For a moment— Everything froze. Even the shadows. Because this—

However, before she could utter a word, Tyler’s arrogant voice drifted over, dripping with superiority. “So what if you do? By the time we’re in court, everyone will already believe you’re a fraud. Who’s going to listen to a word you say?!” He sauntered over, dressed head to toe in designer brands like a nouveau riche caricature, with a small box dangling from his hand. As he caught sight of my restrained figure, he let the box slip from his fingers. It clattered to the floor along with a jade bracelet that fell out of it. The bracelet shattered into several pieces.

This guy was seriously complimentkng him? “Uh, thanks. Martin is a great name too,” Ethan said, forcing a smile. “Excuse me,” Twilight interrupted from behind. “Hi, I’m Twilight.” She shot Ethan a disgusted look. “You shouldn’t sit with him. He’s an outcast. How about sitting with us?” Ethan sighed. He was used to this. Martin gave Ethan a look and frowned “An outcast?" he looked back at Twilight. "He doesn’t seem like one to me,” Martin said, glancing back at Ethan. “I think he’s cool.”

"Because it happened to me too." The admission dropped like a bomb. Marcus's dark eyes gleamed with ancient malice. "I am not the Marcus Blackwood who grew up beside Alpha Richard Silvermoon. I am the Marcus from a parallel reality where I successfully killed Zack's father and took the Alpha position. I died in my timeline during a challenge—but instead of ending, I slid here. Into a reality where I was still just a Beta, still loyal, still weak." "Moon Goddess," Zack breathed. "How long?"