Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

I didn't tell him that I didn't believe that was the problem, but honestly, I didn't believe it. "Who was the freakazoid?" I asked seriously, changing the subject. William sat down on the chair in the room. "His name is Marcov, he is a vampire cross wizard. He is a Russian hit man. But you take a risk in hiring him. He is ruthless, and there is normally casualties or collateral damage, but he always gets his target. He has a power not to be messed with. He is brutal and likes playing with his victims. He runs through partners like it is nobody's business, but even knowing this, females and males fall head over heals for him." He paused and cleared his throat.

It was unlocking something. The third and fourth attackers hesitated. One drew a gun. Bad move. Leo grabbed a steel bar from the window grate and hurled it like a javelin. The gunman’s chest exploded in crimson. Three down. Two to go. He turned slowly to the last man. The gauze-faced bastard stood frozen, trembling. "Who sent you?" Leo snarled. Silence. Then a mutter: “We serve the She-Wolf.” Lucrezia. Leo didn’t kill him. No, he grabbed him by the collar and slammed him down on the blood-soaked floor.

Weirdly enough the gruesome scene of blood and fury before her brought happiness and pleasure. She wanted to take him to the room and have him right then. Hearing the commotion Margo came out of the office only to see her naked boyfriend being beaten by an angry Alastor. “Brad!” She shouted inching closer towards Alastor but still maintaining a distance, scared at what might happen to her if she were to thoughtlessly get in. She didn’t want Brad to die but he wasn't special enough for her to get hurt.

The goddess knows I won't be able to sleep if they don't get to find who the killer is. “Since Alpha Aryan came here, things have changed drastically. It can't possibly be Jason because Jason has been here… Who the hell is doing this?” Marc mumbled slowly, unknowingly to him that he was voicing out his thoughts. Who the hell is Alpha Aryan? What's happening in this pack? “If I don't act fast, more people would die, and I wouldn't want anybody to get harmed again! The council will soon call me.” Marc mumbled again as he started walking off, meanwhile I just stared at his back in horror when I remembered that he said more people would die.

I sat as I stared at her waiting for her to tell what was so important that she made me forfeit my ice cream. "Marco Leonardo is a killer like you. Not a killer but unlike the other people who send you to do their dirty work, Marco does his by himself. Unless he is busy, then he sends his right-hand man to finish the job" she finished and released a long held breath. "Why are you telling me all this?" I said clearly pissed off. "Because he won't hesitate to kill you if you make a funny move" Kill me? Does this woman know how many people have tried to kill me but ended up dead?

Marcy's mind was a mess after receiving the news that tomorrow she will meet Drake, the Alpha of the notorious Dark Howlers pack, aka her future husband. She still didn't recuperate from the event of finding (and rejecting) her mate, yet now she needs to think about another man. And this was not just any man. Drake has a grim reputation on the battlefield and an even worse reputation related to women. In search of solitude that would allow her to think, Marcy went to her room.

"He was killed before he even spoke?" "Which means whoever did it didn't care what he said. They wanted him dead regardless. The timing was just... convenient." "Convenient for who?" My eyes shone now. Marcus didn't answer. He didn't have to. Marisa was in the building. She had access to the hallway, and she had vanished the moment Dr. Harrison collapsed. Or it could be Elliot, my mother, Victor or any of the hundred enemies I had made over the years. "Boss, what's our move?"

******CEDRIC POV****** My eyes widened, trembling as I stared at Marci, completely stunned by the words he had just said. “What do you mean, Marci?” I asked, my voice rising. “That man killed my parents and the rogues!” Marci let out a long sigh and shook his head. “Did you see him kill them?” I shot to my feet, rage boiling under my skin. My eyes burned red, and fur began to creep along my arms. “Are you saying my parents were murdered by a ghost, Marci?!” “No, my Lord,” he said firmly, trying to keep his voice steady. “But you need to calm down and listen to me.”