Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

Divorced by Dawn, Queen by Dusk — Book Two: The Blood Crown Chapter Fifteen: The Map of Silences The name James had given her was Marcus. Not her brother Marcus — not Marcus Kingsley. A different Marcus. Marcus Webb, thirty-seven years old, attorney, currently associate counsel at a mid-sized Manhattan firm that handled, among other things, family trust law. A man who had been in her general professional orbit for the duration of her year in New York without ever intersecting her life directly. A man James had watched for nine years from a distance, through a private investigator's quarterly reports, and had never approached.

Mark I stood in that crappy house of his, watching Alex passed out on the mattress, his face all slack like he didn’t have a care in the world. My hands wouldn’t stop clenching and unclenching on my knees, nails digging in, because every time I looked at him I saw Marcus again, or at least the reason Marcus ended up dead. My fraternal twin. The guy who dragged himself through all kinds of crap just so we wouldn’t starve, and now everybody acts like it’s nothing, like we can just sweep it under the rug and move on. Screw that. I’d been waiting days for this, parked near Alex’s building, watching, planning, making sure when the chance came I wouldn’t mess it up. And yeah, I used that rag an

The Twist: Marcus uses his new hybrid speed to disarm the mercenaries, snapping wrists and throwing bodies through the glass partition walls. It happened so fast it was scary. Marcus was a dark shadow moving across the office. He slammed into the first guard before the man could even pull his trigger. Marcus grabbed the man’s thick arm and twisted it hard. The loud crack of snapping wrists echoed in the quiet room. The guard dropped his rifle instantly, screaming in pure agony.

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

"Why?" “By giving a curse to them, they will pass the mass executions that Martha had done in the early days of the government. Their weak bodies, which would die before they reached the age of seventeen, would prevent Martha from touching them because, technically, she would no longer need to kill them all. That said, half-blood witches living in the present are much better off. They just being the subject of people's scorn, not meeting their death," Mitchell touched his shoulder, channeling the magical energy he had not felt for a long time, moving to restore his strength. "Did you see the man sitting beside me earlier? His name is Hugo Lockwood—" "I know."

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. ⸻

Mariya rushed out to check the reason for her daughter's scream, and her mouth remained widened all through. …….. [Marcus Office] Marcus was busy with the launch of his new game, SPLASH. His team were working tirelessly to ensure a successful launch, Many celebrities were present, Polaria wore a wide proud smile and she walked around with Dante, Susanna followed like personal assistant and Dante can't deny he found it kind of annoying.

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

Marcus teased, tilting her chin up to plant a kiss on her lips. - A few minutes later, the couple left their mansion and headed for the Palmer Group office. Marcus had chosen to wear all black that day. At nearly two meters tall, his presence was commanding, exuding confidence—a deliberate choice. He was no longer the shattered man he had been 20 years ago.