Seth Marshall Novels & Stories

“You can tell he’s been putting in crazy hours. He’s just… unstoppable.” Mark nodded, reading the unspoken words as Seth thumbed through his clipboard, leaning against a locker and lost in thought about some training program he was putting together for the new recruits. Ethan was progressing beyond whatever he had been here, as an Aperture and in this Lodge. And now, as a transformed wolf, uninjured, beyond recovering and actually training? He was at a level beyond what I could imagine. Where I imagined Justin to be. How it would have felt like going up against him at the Sacred Call… “I gotta get this ready for tomorrow,” Seth said, mumbling more to himself than to us.

Chase grumbles, moving as far over to the left side as he can. Seth steps back onto the scale and it doesn't drop at all. He's still one-ninety-one. "...weighing in at one-ninety-one still," the commentator says. "Which means Seth Marc has one hour to cut one pound." Is that even possible? He steps back into his shorts and the towel is dropped. The live stream forwards to Seth's second weigh-in. I slip my thumbnail into my mouth and chew it as the towel comes back out and Seth drops his shorts for a second time. I wait with bated breath as the scale dances. Moderators move into the frame of the camera to get a closer look. When they retreat, Seth smiles and steps back into his shorts. A numb

George nodded and said, “Yes, Young Master. Seth is the child that First Madam brought back from outside back then. Not many people from the Clarke family have seen him but your father knows of his existence. After your mother's accident, he took over District 12 and became one of the three district owners.” Hearing this, Philip fell silent. A faint streak of light flickered in his eyes as he looked at the letter in his hand. He thought about it and tore it open. The content inside was very simple. Seth invited Philip to District 12, saying that he had something to discuss. At the end of the letter was the emblem of District 12, a black star pattern. From this letter, it could be seen that t

"Who's this?" "Howard, my friend, Nolan Mercer," I introduced. "Nolan, my brother Howard." "Pleasure to meet you," Seth, now using his alias accent, extended his hand. "Uh-huh," Howard took his hand. "How old are you, Nolan?" "Howard!" I spat. "Thirty," Seth answered, staring at my brother dead on. "You have a firm grip, Howard." Howard stared at Seth and winced, snatching his hand away and flicking it. "Ow, so do you." Howard muttered. "You don't mind if I watch the game-"

I'd have made it work with Dian, I knew I could have. "Staring at that drink like you're trying to murder it won't accomplish anything, you know that right" a voice sounded from my right, startling me. I turned to face the person and recognized him immediately. He was Seth Rodriguez, the artist who rose to fame shortly after Sybil went missing. "Seth" I gasped, then choked on my next word because I didn't expect to find Seth in such a random setting. He grabbed the drink in front of him and offered it to me, a worried look on his face.

The bodyguards all kneeled after Seth and bowed in front of Harvey; they were terrified, absolutely terrified. Larry and the others felt sluggish after seeing the sight. Larry subconsciously asked, “CEO Keaton, what exactly are you doing?” Seth was one of the big real estate tycoons within Mordu being backed by Timothy; the money that he earned all these years was tremendous. The wealth and authority that he held were considered to be endless. But he was kneeling in front of Harvey then as if he was a stray dog. Seth ignored everyone and instructed his secretary to kneel and hand over a 155 million dollar check. He then said while groveling on the floor, “Mr. York, here’s the money to pay fo

I kept looking around to place where the voice was coming from. “Where is he?” I whispered to Dominic. “I am everywhere, Director Sage Winters,” Seth replied. “I am an artificial Intelligence created with the voice of one of Alpha’s Dominic’s brothers. My name, S.E.T.H stands for Strategic Enforcement and Tactical Hunter.” “And how do you know my name?” I asked looking everywhere. “I scanned you the moment you stepped into the sentinel, although I must commend you for keeping the Sanctuary hidden, my servers cannot locate it.”Seth replied.

"Thea!" Seth stood there with a grim look as he shouted, "Darryl is a scumbag. It's not a pity if he dies. As the captain of the guards, you've colluded with him. Have you ever thought about the consequences? Put down your weapons immediately, and I might give you a chance!" Thea's lovely face looked determined. "Seth, don't be a hypocrite. I have worked under you all these years, so I know who you are. I have thought about quitting this job for a long time."

“I see.” “But I have opened a clinic in the south of the city. If you need anything, I can still help you guys!” Seth said passionately as he scratched his head. “But as a doctor, I hope you guys won't need my help, so don’t come to me unless it’s absolutely necessary!” Cordelia chuckled. Suddenly, she remembered that Marcus was now working as a boxing coach, so there was no guarantee when he would get hurt. What's more, he needed to participate in matches from time to time, so they really needed someone like Seth around them.

Maybe it was because she’d encouraged him to do it in the first place. Then he’d gotten a knock on his door from a recruiter that had changed his life. Seth had joined the Marines just short of his twenty-first birthday, serving three tours in five years. He’d moved up the ranks, and he’d quickly become close friends with a number of other Marines. Max had been his closest friend. But then Max had been killed by an IED during Seth’s last tour, and everything about his involvement with the Marines seemed pointless. Max had left a wife and little girl behind, but worst of all, Seth had survived when Max had not.