One Piece Marco The Phoenix Novels & Stories

In the waiting area, Marco had sat by the side, remaining quiet no matter what anyone said. Fane frowned, "I think you're called Marco, right? You're a wandering warrior from White Marsh Continent. That makes the both of us wandering warriors, so why are you talking to me like this?" Fane had no intentions of challenging Marco with those words, he was just curious as to how Marco was so confident. Both of them were wandering warriors without any background, but Marco acted like he was a genius from a high-grade clan.

And I feel Vance’s gaze most of all. It burns across the distance between us. His eyes pin me as if he could pull me back with them, but Zeke keeps me anchored to him in a silent warning to anyone dumb enough to try. And when Zeke slips away—because of course he has to, to talk danger, to shake hands that are probably lined with poison—Marco slides in like it’s second nature. He just appears at my side, a smirk tugging at his mouth as he scans the crowd. “Relax your shoulders, principessa,” he mumbles. “You look like you’re having a stroke.”

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.

The Bloodthirsty has my darling, my queen! I get up and punch the wall. No, this isn’t possible? - Are you sure it’s really him? Marco, show him the picture of the Bloodthirsty. Marco shows him the picture of a guy. - It’s him! He’s the one who called me; I know him very well; I’ve worked for him for years. - The cursed one, he will perish by my hands.

"Let him bring the heavy metal. Dominic needs a reminder of what this family is made of. When the smoke clears, my brother will be a memory in his study. Victor will be spent. And I’ll be the one to clean up the mess." "Victor’s a shark, Marco. Sharks don't stop at the study." "He wants the port. I want the throne. We have an understanding." Marco drained the glass, the ice clicking against his teeth. "Get the routes to Berg Copperfield. Tell him the door is unlatched." Gary nodded and vanished into the hall. The lock clicked with the finality of a hammer on a nail. Marco stood alone. He picked up the cue ball—solid, cold, indifferent. He dropped it into the leather pocket. A dull, hollow th

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 gasped, nearly dropping the silver fork in my hand. I turned to see Marco, Vincenzo's cousin, leaning against the massive buffet cabinet. He had a charming, easy smile on his face, but his eyes were sharp and calculating. Unlike Vincenzo, who carried himself with a quiet, dominant gravity, Marco felt like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. "Sir," I said, quickly bowing my head. "I didn't hear you come in." "Clearly," Marco said, taking a slow step toward the table. He picked up a polished spoon, examining his reflection in it before putting it back down. "You're Alessa, right? The new maid."

I will kill him: whoever her fiance is, I will kill him. "Dario!" I jump and spin. "Fuck sake." Marco walks over and pulls the guy up. "You own this place, right?" He looks at him. The guy nods quickly. "Struggling for money clearly, here forget what happened." I watch him hand over money. The guy looks between us. "Or I can kill you; either way, nothing happened here today. Marco Pesci." He holds out his hand, waiting. The guy shakes it, and Marco pulls him forward, whispering in his ear.