Star X Marco Novels & Stories

Marco lept forward, now a huge wolf. His silver pelt was almost glowing in the firelight, his eyes a brilliant orange. Lavinia fell back, unable to break her fall as Marco's heavy paws landed on her shoulders. Her head hit the ground with a resounding crack. Spots of color blossomed in front of her eyes, almost blinding her. The room seemed to go quiet. Lavinia felt like she was underwater; everything around her was a mess, a blur of action.

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."

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.

Katherine Thomas Chapter 1 There is only one planet that we know of that holds life. It is the Earth. Our home. However, there is a small percentage of the population that never lost their true parentage. They know where they really come from, and it isn’t Earth’s perfection. They are called to watch the stars. They can see the differences that the normal humans can’t see. They instinctively know they came from the heavens. They are the ones who call themselves the Seeds of the Stardust.

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 asked the scientist after he left the conference hall and informed his fellow presidents about the new information. "It is ready sir!" the scientist who wore his immaculate lab dress replied. "Show me the training simulations," Marco said to the scientist. "Good, keep the training up. But safety must be first at all times," Marco said after he liked what he saw. "Of course, sir!" the scientist replied. "Nice job, scientist!" Marco congratulated the scientist. "Thank you, sir!" the scientist was satisfied by his accomplishment. Marco used an elevator like room and teleported back to his office. He head hurt because of the possible conflict with the immortal.

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

“You think your fight is over?” His smirk twisted like a scar. “You’re only beginning to comprehend the darkness ahead.” Leora’s hand reached instinctively for Kael’s arm, her fear grounding her. Kael didn’t flinch. His body was tense, every muscle coiled. The air around him shifted, like power was beginning to hum beneath his skin. “Who are you?” Kael demanded. The stranger didn’t answer right away. He took another step forward, then another, until the firelight finally touched his face. A network of faded claw marks slashed across his cheek, as though some beast had once tried to silence him—and failed.

The footage stabilised, grainy black-and-white images showing the door to the containment chamber sliding open. A figure slipped in, their build small and agile but familiar. Malcolm's blood ran cold as he leaned closer to the screen. "Zoom in." He spat, his eyes still glued to the screen. The image sharpened, and Rey's face came into view, eyes wide and weary but no less determined. For a long moment, no one dared breathe. Malcolm's jaw clenched so tightly it could have cracked bone. "No," he whispered, disbelief bleeding into rage. "She wouldn't—"