Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

"We will not let these outsiders threaten our way of life or our people." And so, the Twilight pack prepared for what could be the biggest challenge they had ever faced. They knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but they were determined to protect their people and their way of life, no matter what the cost. As the Twilight pack prepared for the impending danger, Prince Marcus and his crew found themselves in a precarious situation. They had entered the territory without realizing the consequences of their actions, and the situation was quickly spiraling out of control. Prince Marcus knew that they had to act fast if they were to avoid being caught by the guards. He gathered his crew

It was like everyone had disappeared. He was 6'0. His skin was pale and pinkish. His lips looked bloodied and his shoulder-length hair was as dark as midnight matching his eyes. He had a silver necklace, which was odd because he was a vampire. His fangs were out. He wore a see-through red satin-like dress shirt with black leather pants. Velda couldn't take her eyes off him even as he walked away. She knew that she had found her mate. Salvatore became an anchor to the Crazy, Angry wolf/human he would later nickname Vixen.

Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

"I am good now." "Is that because you marked Raine?" His question threw me for a minute. I was not expecting it, and how does he know? But, I guess he could read my thoughts cause he answered me. "Not only is your sents mixed now, but you have a mark on your neck that is going down into your shirt almost like a tattoo. That is the marking symbol from the angels. Remiel told us about the markings that you and Luca would receive once you all were marked and mated." I try to look and see it, but I can't. My dad stands and motions for me to follow him, so I do, and he leads me to a mirror hanging on the inside of the office. I look, and I see the mark he is talking about. It starts on the side o

In the earl’s eyes, Marcus’ twin, Matthew, had always been the cherished one. Marcus had suffered even more at the age of eighteen. His father knew Marcus had witnessed the murder and so tried to poison his own son. The so-called nobleman had poured something in Marcus’ tea that afternoon, not realizing Marcus could see what he did through the mirror on the wall. When his father wasn’t looking, Marcus dumped the tea in a nearby potted plant then left the estate, vowing never to return. More than likely, his father must have realized he’d killed his son. Hurt and anger had made Marcus change his last name from Winston to his grandmother’s name, Thorne. Marcus couldn’t allow Isabelle to see wh

“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.

After dinner, they walked hand in hand on the lawns under the moonlit sky, sitting beside the fountain, and gazing at the stars. “I’m starting a new series on twilight. Even Liam is doing a few,” he said proudly. “Thank you for taking him under your wing, Marcus. I’m sure he will do well just like you,” said Cara. “I’m doing nothing. He’s very talented,” said Marcus. “So is Adam but he is more into his studies. He wants to become a doctor when he grows up,” said Cara proudly. “Earlier I used to be clueless about how I would manage their education but now I’m thankful for the opportunity God has given me,” said Cara.

"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.