Star Vs The Forces Of Evil Tom X Marco Novels & Stories

TWO MAXIMILIAN POV “The Guns lands tonight boss, and The Red Hand cartels are planning on attacking us tonight and stealing from us, what do we do boss?” Marco my second in command turns to me, his eyes are filled with panic, despite the tattoos covering half of his face, he always looked up to me for advice

Marco’s vendetta had never been just physical; now it was digital, silent, and invisible, creeping through the very systems Lucian relied on. “Marco’s cousin?” she asked, tension rising in her chest. “So he’s… helping Marco?” Matteo nodded. “Exactly. Axel is his tech weapon. While Marco orchestrates chaos on the streets, Axel infiltrates from the shadows. He’s intelligent, patient… the kind of threat that grows quietly until it strikes.”

“Dustin, how dare you say that?” Marco stared in disbelief. Clearly, Dustin had no idea who Mr. Thornton was. “You’re too arrogant! Do you think this is Rivenesco? If you offend Mr. Thornton, your people can’t save you! “In your next match, you have to lose! Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences,” Marco said threateningly. Carrying out Jimmy’s orders was his way of buttering the former up. “With Mr. Thornton’s resources, making someone disappear is child’s play,” Marco said darkly.

​ANG HULING TINDIG SA JONES BRIDGE ​Balik sa tulay, si Xander ay nakaluhod na. Ang kanyang armor ay wasak, at ang dugo ay tumatagas mula sa kanyang noo. Si Marco naman ay nakatayo pa rin, bagaman ang kanyang mekanikal na braso ay naglalabas na ng kuryente. ​"Tapos na ang kwento ng Wolf," sabi ni Marco habang itinataas ang kanyang plasma blade para sa huling saksak.

If it wasn’t about to get Raven killed, the sheer bravado of it would have been cowboy poetry worthy. “Two minutes out,” Tony said, rounding a corner so quickly the tires squealed. I went over in my mind all that I knew about Marco Vitelli. Former Italian special forces. Expert in interrogation and demolitions. Utterly loyal to Xaviero (maybe since the latter had saved his life after Marco's family tried to kill him for fighting too much. Marco didn't just kill people. He made them suffer first. Made them beg. Made them break.

Marcus roars as he charges the rogue that stood there smirking at him, happy when he saw Marcus's reaction to the wolf he just killed. Marcus charges the rogue, shifting back, and sliding to a stop in front of the rogue. Marcus's partially shifted hand thrusts forward with his claws extended and pierces his hand through the rogue's chest. His hand wraps around the rogue's heart before yanking his hand back and ripping the rogue's heart out. The rogue's eyes widen, horrified before his body falls limp to the ground. .... Xander finds Leo struggling near the Western border, south of the river entrance. Xander quickly makes his way over, plowing into the three rogues that had him pinned.

Proof. And the name made my stomach turn. Tommy. The prospect I saved. The boy I protected. The one who seemed innocent and loyal. A traitor. "No," I whispered. "Tommy would not—" "Tommy is Marcus Kane's half-brother. They share a father. Different mothers." Victor's voice was grim. "Marcus infiltrated your club on my orders. But Tommy infiltrated on someone else's. The person rebuilding Cross's empire." "Who?" Victor showed me one last photo.

A cold scalpel pressed against my throat. "Nobody moves!" Marco roared, holding me hostage as he backed toward the rooftop's edge step by step. He growled, "Chiara, you evil woman! I'm going to kill you and that runt! I'll make sure that Luca's bloodline ends for good!" The rooftop wind was icy, and ear-piercing sirens already wailed below as red and blue police lights flashed through the darkness. Marco was completely surrounded by the tactical team. He screamed hysterically down at them, "You all think Luca was a hero? No! I'm the Don! I'm the head of this family!"

With movements too fast to follow, he grabbed a fallen moon silver blade from the floor and drove it straight through Marcus's heart. Marcus froze, his yellow eyes wide with disbelief. He looked down at the blade protruding from his chest, then back at Xavier. "Impossible," he rasped. "I was supposed to be... unstoppable..." "You were supposed to be a lot of things," Xavier said coldly. "But mostly, you were just supposed to die for your crimes. Consider this justice for every wolf you've murdered, every pack you've destroyed, and every life you've ruined." Marcus's monstrous form began to crumble, the moon silver in his system turning against him now that his heart had been pierced. Within

Marco, licking his split lip, said, “Alaric doesn’t just buy men; he breeds ghosts, turning families into weapons. He made you a weapon before you served anyone. I helped by staying silent. That’s my fault.” Frankie’s voice dropped. “So this is guilt.” “Maybe,” Marco said. “He wants this city all for himself. He aims to eliminate every Don. He desires your boss dead, your brothers buried, your uncle erased, and Mina stripped of everything that makes her fight. He has already begun. I have helped him do it. So, I am the one who must face what comes next.” My throat was tight. “You believe one man can tip that scale?” “No,” Marco said. “But one man can start paying on it.”