Star And Marco Novels & Stories

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 As I turn to leave the lab, Sophia grabs my arm, her grip surprisingly firm for someone half my size. “Marco, please listen to me. This isn’t about Padre alone. Ricco’s reach is deeper than we think, and getting tangled up with Padre could ruin everything. They’re tied to powerful groups, and they don’t tolerate outside interference.” Her words sink in, but there’s no going back now. I give her a straight look, pulling my arm free from her grip.

Marco responded with a sharp nod and swiftly started organizing the proceedings. Marco remained behind to personally welcome the rest of the guests. As the other Airbuses touched down, Princess Coralie emerged at the door. Her gaze was immediately drawn to Marco, who stood there with a courteous smile. She found herself instantly captivated by the handsome Alpha-son, radiating confidence and charm.

Anastasia smiled happily and followed him without hesitation. It was a peaceful night. A gentle breeze blew in, bringing the soothing scent of night to the apartment's balcony. Maximilian and Anastasia sat next to each other on the chaise lounge under a starry sky. The rustling of leaves and distant whispering of the wind provided the perfect backdrop for a conversation that would change everything.

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

Marco, her dearest friend, was no more. "MARCOOO! PLEASE... DON'T DIE! YOU'LL COME BACK TO ME, RIGHT? YOU LOVE ME, RIGHT? WE'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED, RIGHT?" Cris' anguished cries pierced the air, each word punctuated with a sob. Her voice carried the weight of a thousand sorrows, as if the mere thought of living without Marco was unbearable.

Amarah said, tears in her eyes. “We’ve been through so many trials, babe, and we’ve overcome them all. I know fate is testing our love again, and this time, I won’t let it win. I will fight for you and our kids, even if it costs me my life,” Marco replied emotionally. After their heartfelt conversation, they rushed to Fort Bonifacio Base to prepare Marco’s team before launching a bloody battle between Delta Forces and Dark Secrets, along with the Aerie warriors who had joined Madam Mia. They already knew where the twins were being held thanks to the intel Dwayne provided. Marco had brought his friend along, knowing it would be a big help. During their journey, he called Madam Mia so Dwayne c