Star And Marco Novels & Stories

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

She lifts her hand, tilting it so moonlight spills across the soft skin of her wrist— And suddenly silver glows beneath it. Not a tattoo. Not magic. Not something artificial. A mark. Moon-bright. Alive. My breath leaves me in a quiet, stunned exhale. “A moon-mark,” I whisper. She nods, jaw tightening as if bracing for disappointment. “Since you’re my mate, you have a right to know. I got my wolf early—way early. And she’s powerful. People say moon-marked wolves are rare but…” She swallows. “Some think rare means dangerous.”

I ask, my heart beginning to thud against my ribs. "Control," Marco whispers, his gaze dropping to my lips before rising back to my eyes. "I want complete security for my investment. You want the Falcone name to protect you? You want my men to bleed for you? Then you belong to me." "I don't understand." "We get married," Marco states coldly. "What?..."

It was the second half of the scroll. I reached into my pocket and took out my half of the scroll. I was grateful it was still in its airtight metal container, spared from air and water damage. We held them both up together and walked closer to the fire, holding them to the light. As we did, the entire inscription became clear: The Four Horsemen travel a trail to freedom. They leave common ground, Enter a ring of blood, Meet at the house, And find the ones they loved Beside the fourth tip of the cross.

Marco growled slashing again, making contact with Max making him hiss again as his blood flowed from his chest. “You can’t beat me!” Max snarls and lunges at Marco, who dodges Max’s swing and falls on his face. “How is this happening!? I am an ALPHA! NO ONE can beat me.” He yelled. “True, only an ALPHA can stand to beat you. You are so caught up in yourself that you don’t pay attention to things going on around you.” Marco said punching Max in the face. “I have been accepted and adopted by Alpha and Luna SilverMoon, making me their eldest SON.” Max slowly stood and stared at Marco. Marco chuckled as the look on Max’s face as he realized what Marco meant. Marco grinned. “Aaahhh, s

"I have been secretly hiding on the West Coast all these years. The only thing that kept me alive was the thought of our future. How could I stand by and watch you play the doting wife to my crippled brother?" I scoffed and replied, "A future with me? You nearly killed me. We don't have a future together." Marco grabbed my shoulders and shouted. "Listen to me! The enemy has killed Leonora. Once I get rid of Romolo and become the Santis family's Don, we can go anywhere we want and start over." "Start over? You pushed me into the abyss, Marco. You!" I hissed. Marco leaned in to kiss me. He wouldn't let go even after I bit down on his lip.

Marco stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “Well, well,” Marco said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “Looks like we have a little family reunion here. How touching.” “My name is Marco De Luca, my dear Sarah,” he said, his voice smooth but menacing. “I never really had the chance to introduce myself properly.” I glared at him through my tears. “Why are you doing this? He doesn’t deserve this!” Marco sighed, almost as if he was tired. “Let me tell you a story, Sarah. It’s about the importance of a man keeping his word.”