Star And Marco Novels & Stories

​ANG TAGUAN NI MARCO ​Hindi sila dumeretso sa AXL Towers. Sa halip, dinala sila ni Xander sa isang abandonadong shipyard sa Cavite. Doon, sinalubong sila ng isang lalaking may pilat na sa mukha at may bitbit na mabigat na baril—si Marco Santillan. ​"Xander! Aria!" sigaw ni Marco sabay yakap sa kanyang matalik na kaibigan. "Akala ko ay tuluyan na kayong naging French royalty at kinalimutan na ang dugong Pinoy."

The storm was here, and they would either stand and fight or be swept away in its wake. --- Later that day, the rebellion’s forces assembled, a motley group of survivors, rebels, and outcasts who had come together under the banner of the Moonmark. The camp was filled with a tense energy, everyone sharpening weapons, preparing supplies, and setting their sights on the battle ahead. Each person knew what was at stake, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on all of them.

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.

Sunlight reflected off the water as Calleigh and Gabriel took the motoscafo, a Venetian private water taxi, from the Marco Polo Airport. The September weather was bright and warm as they crossed the lagoon, passing by the Piazza San Marco and the Rialto Bridge on the way to their hotel. Italy… Venice… Memories started to pierce his heart. Gabriel had never expected to return here again. But he said to himself that sometimes a man had to change the cards in the middle of the game.

“If they try anything funny on the ship, this number has one button. It won’t save us, but it’ll make them regret it.” Rob nodded and tucked the phone in his waistband. “Grazie.” Julian looked at me, then back at him. “She’s tougher than you, you know.” Rob smiled, but it didn’t touch his eyes. “I know.” Marco appeared in the doorway. Bald, scarred, silent. He looked like he’d killed twice before breakfast. “Let’s move,” he grunted. We followed, hand in hand, our rings catching the flicker of dying candlelight.

I hated that even after almost two years, we still didn’t know much. "We know Marco came from the Shadow Mountain pack originally, but we can’t talk to them. We know he used the drug we were trying to develop to knock Elora and Aeryn out, plus most likely Leia’s parents. The rest of the staff was asleep. We know Marco lied and had a temper when things didn’t go his way, but not much more. We've hit a bit of a dead end." I said.

Marco smiled and said, "That's my girl. Now, call your aunt because we need to perform a locator spell, but first, I must see Zion to understand what exactly occurred." Marco reached the location where Zion and his mother were spending the weekend. Approaching the room, he hesitated, debating whether to knock, wary of a potential setup. As he contemplated returning to his car to mind-link Zion, Zion emerged, clearing his throat. Marco chuckled, "I was just about to mind-link you. Do you grasp the peril of this mission? If it's a trap, we might not make it out alive." Zion offered a reassuring smile, acknowledging Marco's apprehension, and welcomed him inside.

Marco decided after a moment's thought and nodded. Shortly thereafter, Marco, along with his wife Roxanne and a dozen warrior emperors, set off for Littleton. In less than thirty minutes, Marco and his entourage were flying in the skies above the Carneys' villa. As he gazed at the villa below, Marco had a cold smile as he called out, "Show yourself, Deacon!" Marco displayed scant regard for the Carneys. Being a level eight warrior emperor, he possessed the strength to single-handedly erase the Carneys' existence from Littleton. Furthermore, he had brought along the entire cohort of his family's formidable warriors for that visit.

"Cut the theater, Marco. You’re twitching because your brother is trading your street cred for a seat at the corporate table." "Dominic is a dreamer," Marco said, stepping into her space. The smell of whiskey turned sharp. "He thinks he can wash the grease off the family name with a few signatures. I know better. Blood doesn't wash; it just stains deeper." "And you’d rather keep the docks red," Lina noted. "You and Russos. Two dinosaurs fighting over a bone." "I’m saving the legacy from a corporate lobotomy," Marco corrected. He lunged before she could blink. For a man who’d been drinking, he moved like a snake. His hand clamped onto her shoulder, slamming her against the wall as the serrate

Michael continued, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and sympathy, "Despite his best efforts, Swiftclaw has consistently thwarted Marco's attempts. Swiftclaw's evaded him, frustrating Marco's every move. There was a certain time that Swiftclaw almost kille Marco but Marco escaped, and Marco has been on Swiftclaw’s tail eversince" "Despite Marco's best efforts, Swiftclaw has managed to consistently evade him," he said, his words a testament to the challenges Marco had encountered. Swiftclaw's cunning and elusiveness had been a formidable opponent, a reality that had undoubtedly frustrated Marco's every attempt. My heart constricted as I pictured Marco, determined yet undoubtedly facin