Star X Marco Novels & Stories

Soline gasps for air and Marco licks her breast. "My place or yours?" Marco asked. "Yours," Soline said without hesitations. "You should ride with me, call someone who will get your car," Marco said worriedly about her Maserati. "Don't worry, someone will bring that to your place so I can use it to go home" she said while dialing her driver's number. Marco opened the passenger's door of his rover for Soline and when she was already seated he teasingly put her seatbelt on.

"I've never seen such a thing. But I would love to study it. How does it feel to use the stars? Does your body warm up from the inside? Does the power feel hot? Do you float? Do you light up like a glowstic-" One of his compatriots slapped a hand over his mouth. "Sorry, he gets excited about knowledge. Especially new knowledge," a woman said in a voice so soft I could barely understand her. With her free hand, she gave us a small wave. "Hey, I'm Scarlet. Demi-goddess of Nix and a Valkyrie. I'm going to hazard a guess and say we can't help you a lot, at least in terms of fighting your big bad. Assuming you have regular human physiology, we can help with heal-" She jolted, removing her hand fr

Marco sat a seat behind her, fiddling with a deck of playing cards, trying and failing to act casual. “So,” Marco said, voice too loud for the mood, “I’m thinking if we make it back from this alive, I open a beach bar in Tulum. Cheap drinks, no guns, no Russians. I even serve mojitos with little umbrellas. Anyone in?” Silence. Emilia offered a weak smile. Isadora didn’t even blink. “Maybe if you stop talking, the chances of survival will go up.” Marco raised his hands. “Jesus. I’m trying to cut the tension here. We’re flying straight into the devil’s playground and you all look like you’re going to a funeral.”

Marco’s gaze swept over the scene, quickly assessing the damage. But then, something caught his eye. Gaia. She was lying on the ground, her face pale, blood pooling beneath her. For a split second, Marco’s heart stopped. “Gaia!” he shouted, his voice cracking as he sprinted toward her. He dropped to his knees beside her, his hands hovering over her trembling body. There were two wounds—one in her belly, another near her chest. The sight of the blood soaking through her white wedding dress sent a sharp pang of panic through him.

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.

Gab was about to say something, but his words and mine overlapped. “We will need Doctor Shannon for Marco, right?” I cut Gab’s words off. “For Marco?” Gab stiffened. “Macoy, do you need anything? I will ask Matt to bring whatever you might need. Tell me,” he spoke with his eyes never leaving Marco’s face. “I am fine. But if he can, tell him to bring me a bottle of his strongest liquor. I think I need a booze or something to calm my nerves,” Marco answered. “Are you sure that is all?” Gab asked again.

"Who's your snitch?" Marco smiled. He pulled his feet up into the seat. Shifted up and back so he sat perched on the back of the chair. "Wouldn't you like to know?" "Yes. That's why I asked." Nia's voice was flat. Marco preened. "You're not the only one with a good mouth, Pet." BANG! Marco fell off the back of the chair. Once my ears stopped ringing, I heard Marco shrieking. The guy was screaming so loudly, it made me think he'd give Amara a run for her money in the temper tantrum category.

the assistant said. Marco's face darkened, and he looked defiant. "Why can't I deal with the Carlson family? Who do they think they are?" "Sir, let's focus on the bigger picture," the assistant murmured, afraid that Marco would vent his anger on him. But his words calmed Marco down. They made sense. Star Entertainment had just started its development in Meawood City. It wasn't suitable to confront Delbert head-on. He should take it slow for the bigger picture.

"Marco. Get your group ready and take the chopper to Rome. Find Martino and protect him. Bring him back as soon as possible. I expect it to take a few days, but don't let it pass two. If you encounter any problems, I give you full permission to use your powers to get out of it. But try to be discreet; I don't want any news leaking out." He hung up after that and then his hands snaked around my waist, pressing me further into his chest. "What can they do?" I found myself asking. "Marco… he's a firecracker. Literally. His anger is insane. Somehow, that translated to exploding blood."