Marcy Killers Novels & Stories

“I’m so sorry.” Marcy looked up at me, her eyes red and swollen. “He didn’t just kill Silas, Regina. He took me. He dragged me away from the life we’d built, from everything we’d dreamed of. And now… I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back.” I reached out, straining against my bonds to take her hand in mine. “We’ll get out of this, Marcy. We’ll make Victor pay for everything he’s done.” She nodded, but there was a sadness in her eyes that told me she didn’t believe it.

Then she spotted it — tucked into the edge of the window frame. A folded note. She pulled it free, fingers trembling. It read: > “There are two killers in this house. One wears your father’s ring. The other wears his guilt.” Her blood turned to ice. There were only two people in the house who matched that description. Lucien… And her. The paper fluttered from her fingers. Something told her this was only the beginning.

He recounted how Marcus had narrowly escaped an assassination attempt in New York, where someone who resembled him had been decapitated as a warning. 'That damned man, how many families does he intend to hurt?' she thought, her face soaked in tears. Despite everything, Valerie was strong—stronger than even she or Frederick expected—and she wanted to keep listening to the hidden story about Marcus. Valerie paid close attention to every detail, and now she knew the truth: both Marcus and Peter were killers. She had been entangled with murderers. “How can someone so kind, so good to others, be a killer?” Valerie asked aloud.

I asked after a tensed Marcy, whose face was paled and obviously still in awe of what just happened. I went over to where she was seated, able to see the heavy rise of her chest falling high and low. This definitely did a number on her. Was that shot even meant for her? Cause if the killer missed, he should have kept trying. Tho would probably draw attention to where he’s firing from and would still not be able to get to her with how guards instantly surrounded Marcy the moment the shot went into the air, they literally were ready to give their lives up for her.

Marcus smiled faintly. “The same thing he always does.” The assistant frowned. “What?” Marcus’s voice dropped. “He’s about to hit back.” Back in the hospital room. Emily stood up and walked toward Alexander. “You’re smiling.” Alexander looked at her. “Am I?” Emily nodded. “You always smile when you’re about to destroy someone.” Ryan blinked. “Well that sounds terrifying.” Alexander’s voice was quiet. “Marcus Carter tried to kill us.” Emily swallowed. “Yes.” Alexander’s eyes hardened. “So tomorrow…”

“I’ll keep you safe.” I laughed out loud. “You might be a badass, but do you know what those assholes in Philly did to my dad? You don’t stand a chance.” He pulled out a roll of bandages. “A lot of those assholes are dead. The De Lucas, Niccolo Marino, even Andre Bianchi.” My mouth fell open. How was that possible? So much had changed in just the last five months. “Who killed them?” I asked. “Killian Ricci.” He wound the bandages around my foot, clamped them, then gestured for the other one.

“Dad, as I said, she’s a criminal. She can’t say her name. She said she’s hiding. Hiding with someone else’s face, meaning everyone in the pack wants her dead.” Marcy’s mom agreed. “What about this? Why don’t we call the pack house and tell Alpha Levi that we have some imposter here?” Marcy gasped. “Mother, that is smart. But a thought just came to me now. What if this imposter is one of those things, the ones they warned us about? What were they called again?” Marcy’s father said in a cold voice, “Arch-Demons.” Marcy clapped. “Yes, Father. Arch-Demons. To think that my poor parents had been hosting arch-demons in their own homes without knowing. It must be shocking for you too.”

Marcia took the chance and ran down to the basement while Marshall’s body shook and his hands that were up in the air coiled onto tight fists before he lowered them. He slowly turned around, and our gazes met. My tears fell while his eyes began to water. “I want to fuck her.” He said in a hoarse voice, and I could hear the pain in it. ‘Gamma Austin, Lexi! Help!’ I connected with the Gamma couple as I kept staring at Marshall. ‘Marcia went to the security building…And her heat came early. I’m sorry.’ I didn’t hear the rest of the conversation in my head because Marshall’s words shattered me again. ‘Help me…’

"He's the reason why Sister Marvie died! And he's the reason why until now, my son is still missing!" "It-It was Jacob who killed Marvie," Marky said, although he had a little trouble speaking because of the beating he received from Jomer. "What did you say?" Jomer immediately asked with surprise at his reaction. "It was Jacob and his mate who killed Marvie. I could see what happened with my two eyes. They were together when they had an encounter with Marvie and some soldiers of the Blue Blood Pack," Marky continued. "Are you sure about what you're saying?" Alpha Jomer asked as assurance.

The lady, Dr Grace, asks him and this made him frown even more. Marley? “Yes, she used to be an employee of mine.” He answers truthfully and was starting to get impatient with this doctor. “Well, sir, she had you marked down as her next of kin. I am sorry to report that Ms Parker has died of a heroin overdose this morning. They brought her son in as well-“ Kieran had to pull over when he heard this. Marley was dead? Why would she mark him as her next of kin??