Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

“He is a coward, Zan, but he is not entirely stupid. He saw the way the room reacted to me.” Torin spun back to Marcus. His voice cracked with a desperate, sudden realization. “Who is she, Marcus?” Torin demanded. “Who is she really? You called her Miss Winslow. I heard you. Is she a bastard child? Is she related to him?” Twyla marched forward. Her high heels clicked sharply against the hard marble floor. She grabbed Torin’s arm, her manicured claws extending just enough to prick through his suit jacket. “Torin, stop it!” Twyla snapped. “Stop embarrassing us. You are acting like a hysterical lunatic over a stray.”

"The father. The twins' father. He needs to know—" "He knows," a familiar voice said from the doorway. We all turned. Standing there, transformed by the twins' awakening power, was Marcus. Not Blackstone's son. Not the boy who'd tormented my youth. But Marcus reborn, phoenix fire dancing across skin that had never shown marks before. "Dormant bloodline," he said simply. "From my mother's side. The twins awakened it." He looked at Lyra with something like awe. "May I... may I hold them?"

I said, inching closer to the spot close to him, at the same time, trying my best to avoid Shawn's eyes. “Marcus.” He offered his hand casually. “One of the pack’s betas.” I shook it, surprised by the warmth of his grip. He smiled again, wider this time, one of his cheeks dented with a dimple. His eyes flicked briefly between Shawn and I, like someone who just noticed something. Whatever he noticed, made his grin falter just slightly. Not disappearing, just… adjusting. That's when I look at Shawn, his face masked in a scowl. He didn't say anything or do anything, but the air became a bit stuffy, even though we stood in the well ventilated hallway with tall, open windows.

It was a reply from Twilight in response to his announcement about leaving tomorrow. Twilight: Can I come with you? Eric's mouth opened, but no words came out. Her reply caught him off guard. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he replied. Eric: No, you can’t. Twilight: Why not? Eric exhaled. He couldn’t explain this over text. He’d have to see her. Another message popped up. Twilight: Ah, I forgot for a moment I was exiled. I'm sorry. But I hope you take long. Where are you? We have a movie to watch together, remember?

“Hello, sister.” The voice was male. Calm. Young. But it's cold. Celeste froze. “Who is this?” “You’re looking at my people on your screens right now,” the voice said. “I’m the one Mom told you about. Well… one of them.” Her heart stopped. “Aaron?” “Not exactly.” The voice laughed, low and cruel. “Aaron’s my twin. I’m Marcus — the one they didn’t want you to know existed.” Her mother gasped. She grabbed the phone. “That’s impossible. You died! I saw—”

Elias stared at the papers. “It could mean nothing.” The words sounded forced. Marcus knew it. So did Elias. He reached for his notebook. Opened it. Wrote one word. Twin? The ink seemed heavier than it should. His eyes stayed there. Long. Too long. Then suddenly he crossed it out. Hard. Immediate. Marcus watched. “You do not believe it.” Elias closed the notebook. “No.” But his voice lacked conviction. Because belief was not the problem. Fear was. ⸻

Liam stated, his feminine voice calmer than earlier. “Same here, I hit my head and boom I woke up in you body.” Lara chirped in. Kate silently watched and listened to them, it was clear to her now that insanity hovered in the air. “Oh my goodness I almost forgot, I’m not Kate, my name is Elton Musk, after creating the new Tesla model I slept and woke up in this body” Kate blabbed, with disbelief written all over her. “C’mon Kate, this is serious” Lara mumbled.

"But don't think I'm dropping the secrecy conversation. We're revisiting this later, when you're less sleep-deprived and I'm less busy." "Fair," he agreed. --- My third client was a teenage Balance hunter named Marcus, no relation to Marcus Blackwood who'd been fast-tracked through training after displaying exceptional abilities. Now, at seventeen, he was burning out. "They say I have tactical genius-level consciousness," Marcus said, slumped in my office chair in the way only teenagers could manage. "That I'm going to be one of the great hunters of my generation." "And?" I prompted. "And I'm seventeen. I want to go to normal high school, play video games, maybe ask someone to prom.

Kate kisses his cheek and hugs him but he shows no reaction as he grieves in his heart. Marcus stands at 5’11ft and has a pair of cold-looking dark eyes that makes it difficult for most people to maintain eye contact with him. The night’s breeze kisses the top of his head which is bald and blows through the grey hair behind his head as he rolls his black rosary around his wrist.

she told the bartender, trying to keep the tremor out of her voice. "Make that two," a familiar voice said behind her. Emma turned, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Mark, looking dashing in a perfectly tailored tuxedo. "Mark," she said, surprise and a hint of pleasure coloring her tone. "I didn't expect to see you here." He grinned, the warmth in his eyes a stark contrast to James's cold calculation. "I have my ways. Besides, I couldn't miss seeing you all dolled up." His gaze swept over her appreciatively, but without the possessiveness that characterized James's looks.