Novel & Cerita One Piece Marco Phoenix

Our scarred mentor hung in Alaric's grip, feet dangling above the ground. "Marcus!" I started forward, but Nova grabbed me. "Wait," she hissed. "Look at his hand." Marcus's right hand, hidden from Alaric's view, held something that gleamed with inner light. A phoenix-tear blade—one of only three ever forged, each one capable of killing even ancient monsters like Alaric. As Alaric pulled him closer, gloating, Marcus struck.

“I came to make sure no one here gets ideas. Damien dying was unfortunate. But he played with fire. You know that. I know that. You don’t have to pretend otherwise.” One of the old guys shifted like he wanted to say something. I looked at him, then back at the kid. “You’ve got whispers floating through this room. Marco’s name coming up too much. Like maybe he’s still got something. Let me tell you something clear. He’s got nothing.” I stepped forward. “He’s got no wife. No soldiers worth their guns. No power. He’s scrambling like a corner rat, and all he’s gonna do is bleed.” The kid crossed his arms, trying to look firm. “We’ve lost a lot.”

Max grumbled. “Are you in that big of hurry to die?” Marco returned the smirk as he circled his prey. “You aren’t wolf enough to kill me.” Max taunted. “Actually, YOU aren’t wolf enough.” Marco allowed Jax to surface and joined with him. Marco’s hand shifted into a claw, and he swiped at Max’s chest cutting into his flesh from his left shoulder down across to his right pelvis. “Did you think you really you were going to get away with taking the most important treasure in my life!” Marco growled slashing again, making contact with Max making him hiss again as his blood flowed from his chest.

"Power is a seductive force, Marco. It corrupts even the noblest of hearts. You must remain vigilant and ensure that our true allies are those who share our vision of justice and righteousness." "Seraphina," Marco began, his voice filled with gratitude and determination. "I cannot thank you enough for your guidance and the truths you have revealed to me. My journey would have been far more treacherous without your wisdom. You have opened my eyes to the complexities of this fight, and I will never forget what you've done for me."

“Marco, come on, bro.” I pull his shoulders to get him to look at me. “Come on. It’s Bronx. Talk to me, big guy.” “My name is Marco Sanchez. My wolf’s name is Clash.” Marco looks through me and continues to mumble. “I gotta beautiful wife. Her name is Musu. We got twins. Deago and Inez. There’s a thing here. It looks like a woman, but it ain’t. It’s a monster. She can’t take my memories.”

My place in Ralph’s world is torn between two groups of people—those who appreciate me jumping in the line of fire to save Ralph because I love him, and those who despise me for jumping in the line of fire to make Ralph think that I love him. Today, I realised that I’m meeting the second group of people. And man… there’s a huge bunch of them. Today, I started to think in detail of the million ways they had thought of to kill me—just as how things were between Ralph and his brothers. I felt a squeeze of my hand and jolted back in front of Marco, a tall, lanky guy in a bespoke suit by Zenzo—one of the ten most expensive luxury brands in the world—with crafty eyes that meant no harm, wavy hair

he spat out, blood dripping from his nose. "That's enough, Venezio," Marco's tone brooked no argument as he grabbed Venezio's arm, pulling him away with a strength that surprised even himself. "You forget where you are and who you're dealing with." Venezio shot Marco a venomous glare, but he backed off, his anger simmering beneath the surface. Marco turned to me, his expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—a hint of concern, perhaps, or maybe just a warning.

Power rolled off him naturally, suffocating the entire room. My eyes widened in fear as I sight the mark close to his brows and recognition hitted me instantly. Alpha Xander Marco. His sharp gaze stayed locked on mine, unreadable and intense. Then his nostrils flared slightly. Like he smelled me too, his wolf recognized me. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Oh Moon Goddess. What sort of cruel twist is this, The devil I never thought to cross path with here in the human city, the one I'm carrying his child. And now he is my second chance mate?

I had cried and caused a scene—at one point even pointing a gun at Fiora's head, threatening to drive her out of Novaris and make it impossible for her to survive in Arinthia. Marco, the proud Don of the DeLuca Famiglia and the ruler of the criminal underworld of Novaris, actually kneeled before me. He told me he would end it once and for all. He claimed it was a temporary lapse in judgment. He swore he would send Fiora to the western side of Arinthia and cut all ties. I looked at my bloodshot eyes in the mirror back then and chose to give Marco another chance, but now, I wanted nothing more to do with him.

“Wait—what?” Even Xavier’s brows furrowed slightly, his phone lowering. “Romance-themed?” Marco’s smile widened, clearly enjoying our reactions. “Yes. Holding hands, soft gazes, leaning in… maybe even a kiss for one or two shots.” I felt heat instantly creep into my cheeks. “A kiss? Marco, are you serious?” He shrugged like it was no big deal. “You’ve both signed contracts. And—” He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, and began scrolling. “Let me show you something.”