Possessed Stan Marsh Novels & Stories

"I can still feel it. The echo of something else in my head. I can't. I won't." "Marcus, please," Lilith reached for him. "Don't touch me!" He jerked away. "Any of you. What if it's contagious? What if I'm compromised?" They drove back in exhausted silence. Marcus huddled in the far back corner of the SUV, arms wrapped around himself, flinching at every bump in the road. The possession had broken something fundamental in him. The thirty hour drive home felt like a funeral procession. They had to stop several times for gas and food, but Marcus wouldn't leave the vehicle. Wouldn't eat. Just stared at his hands like they belonged to someone else.

Marshall sighed in defeat as he followed the officer to the police car because he knew what he did was beyond forgiveness so there was no point of arguing. Only if Josh could help him out… --- Tabby

“Promise you will come for me?” She lifted her pinky finger toward me. My heart clenched at the sight of it. She has blind faith in me. I was her everything, yet that monster wants to take her away. I wrapped my little finger around hers and whispered, “Promise.” Her face brightened just a little, giving me the strength to fight whatever was waiting for me. --- Within half an hour, I was standing in the witness box, facing Lucien. Today, he looked more ruthless than ever before. His eyes were filled with pure hunger.

Like someone was squeezing my lungs. “I remember,” Martha said quietly. “You came out looking like your whole soul had been ripped out. I saw you.” “I thought once Jasper was out, he’d stay away. That he’d heal and move on. But instead, he’s coming back. Again and again. And Leon—” I paused, shaking my head. “Leon’s trying, Martha. He hasn’t laid a finger on him. But I see it in his eyes. The restraint. The barely-contained rage.”

He's definitely brain-dead if he thinks he can still control her as he likes. "Go. To. Hell," Calla said through gritted teeth, determination in her voice and fury in her eyes. She'd already made the decision to stop being their spy. She'd rather die. Marco smiled slowly. “Oh, trust me,” he said quietly. “I’ve been there. I sat at the devil’s table, smiled in his face, drank with him, and put a knife in his back when the prick wasn’t looking... Now, I'm back," he said, a bitter-sweet smile on his face. Calla's blood ran dry.

"Then we take you by force. And people die." Stefan glanced at me. The bond flared between us. I could feel his determination. His willingness to sacrifice himself. "No," I said quietly. "Adrian..." "I said no. We fight." The man on screen smiled coldly. "Then you've made your choice. We'll see you shortly." The feed cut out. Marsh turned to me. "Are you certain about this? They have superior numbers and weapons." "I'm certain. We don't negotiate with threats. And we don't hand over pack members."

Putting the blonde on the bed, Zane Stark lost his temper and shook her, calling her name repeatedly: "This! Marris, wake up quickly! Maris!” “Zane Stark? Is it you?" Marris said dreamily. She easily recognized Zane Stark thanks to the all-white outfit and the hat he wore, which are the characteristics of the super thief 1412, although the media has long assumed that he has retired.

If it was anyone else, they'd be licking the floor by now for even breathing near my wine collection but I refrain myself because Lucifer Genovese is the one who helped me and my family get back their glory, he is the one pulling all the strings and all I had to do was wrap a thin wire across my father's neck and cut off his oxygen—which I was more than glad to do. "Nicole Russo," he starts. His empty, grey eyes access my every move but I remain unfazed on the outside, quietly sipping my drink. However, on the inside—ice ran through my veins because anything that comes out of his mouth, or any person who has the privilege of even being noticed by him, needs salvation. Nevertheless, a muscle

I realised that Yoshim was a monster and I couldn't be with him. I tried to escape and report him to the police but they rejected my case and brought me back to him. That is when my misery started. Why am I even thinking about that demon during such a happy moment? “Pull yourself together, Hillary.” I scolded myself internally. “What?” Rodrigo brought his face closer to hear me. “Nothing.” “Attention, attention.” The music stopped abruptly, and we all turned our heads to where the voice was coming from and it was Mrs Sango.

The Mystic Ring was flattened and looked like a gigantic boxing ring in the middle of the ocean. "That Shane is a demon and not a grim reaper, isn't he?" Marcus asked Mara after getting away from the attacks coming from the seven seraphims and the seven rulers of hell. His eyes are fixed on Shane and couldn't help but wonder why that guy doesn't have a pair of horn just like them. "No, he is a grim reaper, Marcus," She replied and then pinched the large wound on Marcus' stomach. "What are you doing, your highness?" He asked while wincing in pain.