Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

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.

Xavier: I sat looking at the man who had given me his daughter years ago for an alliance. His eyes meeting mine, studying my expression, wanting to play the game of cards. “I trust that you came here with something to tell me, Marcus.” I said, raising an eyebrow. “Alpha Xavier, I did not think that the two of us weren't on first name basis.” he said, his tone smooth but empty. “I appreciate you seeing me. I would’ve preferred my daughter greeted me first, but I understand she’s… preoccupied. It seems that she has been that way for a while now. I called her but she rarely ever answers.”

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.

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.

"Am going then, you won't see me again" "Really?"Mara joked again. And, "puff"He's gone with his other self. Katherine sat on her own now. "Am new I'm Vamville and am here with my mum. I lost my father some years back. Am a twilight."He gave a detailed information about himself. "Wow"The whole class said again. Twilights are scarce to find especially handsome ones. "So do you know anyone here?"Ruby asked. "No, but I'll like to know her more."Leon answered pointing at Mara.

"What are you doing here?" I looked him up and down, and then his date. I knew what he was doing here. After his dad and his sister died, he'd turned into quite the incubus. Sorry, dude, my bad. "Just out for the night," I answered. The girl pulled at Anton's sleeve. "Oh yeah, right, this is Mazy." "Marcy," she corrected. "Marcy, that's what I said." I jerked my head in a nod and a fake smile for a half-second in greeting. I didn't even bother learning their names. He ran through them like magazines. I turned to leave. I didn't care if I was rude. Anton wasn't exactly polite to me.

Well, Marcus wasn’t a saint, he was a Gifted psychopath—and he’s been wanting to end me since day one, apparently. I see you’re not surprised I called him Gifted. You probably guessed he was, and I bet you’re wondering why we didn’t know. Well, we didn’t know he was Gifted, because Marcus was unregistered. And he’s been actively hiding that fact since he was maybe four or five.

he asks stepping forward to get a better look at my face, I back up and with finding my lighter in the driver's seat, I light up a smoke and exhale to the right of me away from him. "It's alright. Nothing," I backed up another step from him as he stepped forward to touch me. Taking the hint he drops his hand and stays where he is. "I'm Jason, Jason Austin." He holds his hand out for me to shake. I take it carefully and shake his hand. "I'm Marrallyn Wheaton, nice to meet you." Boy, this guy yummy. "How old are you?"

Marcus shakes his head. I reach out for Marcus´s hand. “It´s okay. You can tell me. You know who that was?” “It´s the same werewolf that slaughtered my fiancé.” I stare at him, astounded. “You may not have seen it, although he´s got a mark on his forehead. A twin crescent.” During all the actions I hadn´t noticed the marks on its forehead. Although it couldn´t have been the mark of the oracles, which is a solitary crescent moon.

Suddenly, Trinity had gone from their small apartment to this luxurious mansion with two new stepbrothers, identical twins who made her heart race for all the wrong reasons. Mason and Marcus Blackwood. Twenty-four years old. Tall, broad-shouldered, and devastatingly handsome with sharp jawlines, piercing grey eyes, and dark tousled hair. They were identical in looks but carried themselves with the same commanding dominance that made everyone around them submit. Star athletes turned ruthless businessmen, they moved like predators — always in control, always hungry. Trinity had tried to avoid them as much as possible. She was the quiet, bookish stepsister who spent most of her time studying in