Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

When he entered the restaurant, he knew who Marcos Bennini was, but what worried him was his conversation with her. Charlotte has noticed her son's concern: What's wrong with you, Flip? Flip, in a worried tone: Marcus, mommy, he's here Charlotte asks: Who is Marcus? Flip: Marcos Benigni Charlotte panicked: sadist Of course, she knows who he is. She had previously heard his name a lot from her husband when she was related to him. She stayed with him for years until the boys were able to rely on themselves. During those years, she got to know a large number of characters, including Marcus, the savage who was masterful in killing his victims in a sadistic way, disgusting even to my death. the k

Marcia said smiling while scanning the skylark in front of her, “Underfed and mistreated by these idiots, I should kill them all for this.” “It seems they were misinformed about selling the bird is all, perhaps teaching them to not try doing this again instead of killing everyone might prove a better solution in the long run?” Rex said, putting his hand on Marcia’s shoulder, making her turn away from Poe and the others and look at Rex. “Kill them and word spreads about what I do to people to capture them also serves as good a solution, it's what I’ve always done” Marcia growled, still scowling.

Aria's POV Elder Marcus lay in the medical wing, his body filled with wounds that told the story of a brutal fight. Vera worked over him with practiced hands, stitching the worst gashes while Kael and I stood nearby. Dante remained chained but present, four guards surrounding him. "Tell us what happened," Kael said after Vera had stabilized the Elder's breathing. "Ambush." Marcus's voice was weak but clear. "Three days out from Riverside. Professional killers, not rogues. They knew our route, our schedule, our guard rotation. They killed my Beta and two warriors before we even knew we were under attack."

I could imagine Marcus looking scary because he was pissed. “T-They… they w-were killed several months ago. None of them survived.” The fear still lingered on his face. His words, though. “Killed by who?” I asked this time. He gulped while looking at my dagger that had slightly cut his skin. Then he looked at me. “A-Alpha… of the H-Homer Pack. H-He went one night, killing e-everyone in this village and showing no mercy. Everything was red that night, the screams were everywhere. It seemed like hell had visited thi—”

"I don't care if you're a murderer or an information broker." "My grandson, Marco, the one with the blue eyes. If you just tell me where he is, you can take my life." The old woman's sobs were heart-wrenching, bringing tears to the eyes of many in the crowd. Miller grabbed my shoulder, hissing a warning. "This old woman has a heart condition. Be careful what you say..." I nodded as if in understanding, then let a smile curve my lips. "Ah, Marco." "I remember him. The boy with the beautiful blue eyes."

The door was closer now and a few more steps, he would reach the outside and call for help, he thought. That must have been in his imagination because Marcel shot him on the other good foot and he screamed in agonizing pain. Even at that, the man began to crawl on his arms and stomach. He must escape, the door was closer now. Staring at Arianna's pale face did nothing but fuel the anger inside of Marcel. So without a trace of remorse, he shot the man in the head and he stayed, dead. "You should pray she survives else you'd be next in line," Marcel issued the warning to Macy and she gulped, goosebumps filling her arms. She'd be crazy to go up against Marcel. She'd lose, undoubtedly.

“This wanted to hurt you all too. They wanted to tear apart your reputation, your peace, your uniy—” “Enough,” Marcellus snapped. I froze mid-sentence. “Stop your speech and Say the persons name already,” he demanded with his voice like a whipcrack. “What?” I asked innocently. “Say his name little girl,” he repeated slowly, jaw clenched. “Say the name of the killer.” I blinked at him, feigning confusion. “Oh. The name of the killer?” “Yes,” he hissed. “Say his name. Now.” I sighed loudly, dramatically. “Well I… I don’t know his name.”

“I know. I can imagine.” “I loved Nox,” I told her. I wasn’t sure why I did. Maybe I just needed someone to hear me say this because then it would be real. “He was all I ever wanted. And Cyrus killed him.” Marcia seemed to be shocked at this confession of mine. “Oh, dear.” I was crying now. “He killed his right in front of me. I didn’t even have the chance to save him. And now I’m pregnant.” Marcia gasped, horrified. I kept on crying. She grabbed me by the shoulders and asked, “What will you do?”

"Damn right, I am." "You think it’s them? The ones we wiped out?" "Who else?" My voice was rough. "We killed them all, Marco. Every last one of them. At least, that’s what we thought. But now, my kids are gone. Someone took them. Someone who knew exactly how to do it without leaving traces. Someone who has a grudge big enough to come back from the dead for revenge." Marco exhaled sharply. "Then we’re dealing with ghosts." I shot him a look. "I don’t believe in ghosts. But I do believe in survivors."