One Piece Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

And then, in the midst of it, she saw it. A wave of energy surged through the battlefield, an intense flare of light that erupted from her. It wasn’t a conscious decision—she hadn’t intended for it—but it was the power of the Moonmark, responding to her emotions, to the moment. The energy crackled through the air, a burst of light that sent the Temple forces staggering back. They were stunned, disoriented, thrown off balance by the sudden force.

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.

She rushed to him, hands searching his body for wounds. “Not mine,” he muttered, pushing past her, straight to the bar. He poured whiskey like it was water and downed it in one swallow. Her stomach sank. “Then whose?” He looked at her, eyes bloodshot, jaw locked. “Marco.” Her heart stuttered. She knew the name. She’d seen Marco at Eden countless nights, quick with a grin, loyal to Jaxon to the bone. “He’s still breathing,” Jaxon said, almost like he was convincing himself. “But Zane…” His voice cracked, then hardened like steel. “Zane doesn’t just take lives. He takes loyalty. Piece by piece.”

“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.”

I’m praying someone here is more loyal to my dad than Marco as I do the only thing I can. I scream. --------- YUSEF My hands grip the stone tight as I pull myself up, and then I hear the sound that tears my heart into pieces. It’s Phoenix, and she’s in danger. Using all my strength, I climb the rest of the rocks quickly and leap over the railing and onto her bedroom balcony. I’ve made it through security undetected and now I’m here to sneak her out. It looks like there’s going to be some bodies along the way, but I don’t have a problem with that.

By the time Cassiel showed up Marco was able to experience every form of battle using every weapon available. From distance to close combat, Marco was able to experience how to respond to any form of attack, offense and defense. “Marco, time’s up!” Cassiel said as soon as she arrived next to Marco and Israfel’s side. Marco was feeling all warmed up so fear was nowhere in his thoughts, consciously and not. But he wondered what this situation would mean regarding Skye.

I even heard Marco yelling my name, it's just that Kenzo's body guard was so big and strong that he couldn't really pass. Well, that's what I was expecting, so I was really surprised when I heard one after another scream and when I thought Marco was getting closer, his nose was bleeding. "Marco!" I called him worried. He ran towards Kenzo and he just passed me and then he went directly to Kenzo. Kenzo stopped walking and then Marco said - "Put Selena down and fight!" Marco said angrily and shouted to Kenzo. Marco is really different now from the Marco he first met at the hacienda. Sigh.

She almost wanted him to say the words magically delicious. "Fuck you, leprechaun." Marco presented his middle finger. "I'm Felix." The blond held out his hand toward Fiona. "Hi." "So, what kind of trouble are you in?" Felix turned toward Marco. "I'm sorry-who are you?" Fiona glanced between the two new men. "I work with them," Marco replied. "Ghost is here." "Ghost? Who the fuck is Ghost?" Ian shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and scowled. Unlike the other two, he wasn't wearing a jacket. His arms flexed and the thick, dark tattoos seemed to dance down his arms.

Marco’s POV "Marco, you raise a valid point. Splitting our forces strategically is crucial to increase our chances of success and maintain an element of surprise. I have devised a plan based on the information we've gathered and the capabilities of our warriors." He turned to the map, his finger tracing a path between the marked locations. "Our first priority is to strike at Swiftclaw's suspected hideout. I will personally lead half of our warriors to this location. It is vital that we do not underestimate his defenses. I anticipate traps and ambushes, but we must be steadfast and prepared for anything."

"I'm so sorry dear, for the troubles. Marco attacked you guys." So there's a new Villian to the story huh? "Who's Marco?" "Marco runs a Mafia gang in Russia. We used to be partners until, he found out I had something he also wanted. He is too greedy, thats his only problem, and might also be his downfall. So I think coming after you guys was his own way of starting a fight" "By f-ff-fight you mean? I stammered already scared of what was going to come next.