Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

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.

"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—

Zayne Marshall was a twelfth grader like me. He had few friends, actually just two friends, the twins, Jayson and Jayden. Surprisingly, he had good grades and was one of the top students not only in Hilltop High School but also throughout the state. He was bad tempered as well, and people avoided crossing his paths, even the teachers. His father, Henry Marshall was one of the most powerful werewolf in the state. He also had a cousin who he was quite close to.

Never knowing if a monster could truly find peace in the dark. But as the car pulled away, taking me toward the crossfire once again, I looked back at the desert sunrise and prayed that my words would find him. Because in a world built on blood and contracts, Marcus Moretti had willingly paid the ultimate price—and his cage had become our only true salvation.

" Brother. this is so boring!!! I can not tolerate living in a human body more. it's disgusting. It's been years. I can't wait to go back home. It was also a lot of fun when we had all the power. I can not wait to find the girl with a fire mark on her shoulder." Wayne said his eyes color changed in white then came to normal ash grey. They both were alike. just a difference of their eye color. Warren with green eyes and Wayne with ash grey. The twin brothers were famous for their rude and arrogant behavior. They didn't talk to anyone nor go to any parties. Their life was a secret to so many people…

Connor Continued the Conversation, so smoothly that you'd think nothing happened in the room. "Don't you dare call me Marcus!" His twin yelled, standing so quickly that the chair hit and fell the maid walking behind him with a broom to sweep the glass that shattered on the floor, "Yes, you're Marcus, because you're so evil and filthy, no one's ever gonna like you, you're the evil twin, and you're evil!" Connor Slammed his hands on the table, and got up from his seat as well.

The next morning, just as I was about to leave the house, Rosie stepped in front of me with her brows furrowed. “Evan, this is a critical time. You can’t go out!” I looked at her calmly, my voice as cold as ice. “Where I go is my business. Move!” The sound of an entertainment news broadcast floated from the TV at that moment. “Shocking! The Quinn Group’s general manager has been caught plagiarizing groundbreaking research! How will the rising star of the scientific world fight back?”

"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?"