Star X Marco Novels & Stories

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.

“A piece of the stars from me to you.” She looked at the ring and could feel its own presence there in the room. It was beautiful and to her right then and there. It was more than perfect. They had come from the stars to this little planet thousands of years ago with the possibility to merge the DNA with a new creature. They had made it to this point, and the babies they each held were the future. A star stone ring for the star dust family.

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.

The ping came just after dawn. Ximena was still half-asleep when her secondary phone vibrated against the glass table beside her bed. She hadn’t intended to sleep at all—not after everything. The summit buzz, the stolen dress, the message in the hem… it had all knotted behind her eyes. She blinked against the early light and picked up the device. A secure message from Marco. **Marco:** *Mic activated. 14 minutes. From inside your suite. Two nights ago.*

Selene alongside her rogues attack against pack members signifies their war against our survival. "But we stand together.". Through our unity we gain strength throughout this alliance. No one can break that. The pack unified their howls before launching their voices toward the stars as a tribute to their allegiance and power. The howling filled the forest as an announcement for Selene to understand they would resist her advance. Their senses on high alert and aware of the danger of whatever lurks in the night air, they moved through the trees. Then, they saw them. Riding on the built in lightshow she was creating, selene and her rogues appeared from out of the darkness, their glowing killer

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—"

Marco admitted. Bingo. He should know what I wanted to find out then. "Tell me honestly, why does Luna dislike me so much?" I asked. Marco was hesitant. He thought about it for a few moments, seemingly picking out the right words to convey what he wanted to say to me. He was always the most careful with my feelings and the most gentle physically. "She has a problem with your status," Marco admitted. "Yeah?" I prompted him. "Maybe, I should have told you this sooner, don't be mad, ok?" Marco said, giving me his famous puppy-dog eyes.

Marco needs to know what he’s getting himself into. He blots the sides of his mouth carefully with a napkin and spins his own whiskey glass (neat) on the tablecloth. I’m stuck in a trance, wondering why my sister had to take her life. Why isn’t she here right now? Out of nowhere, Marco boldly turns to me. I feel his penetrating gaze on the side of my face. The heat of his stare traces the scar that bisects it from my mouth to my eyelid.

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

He stood, his movements fluid and predatory, and crossed the room to offer a hand. "Hello. I am Marco," he said, his deep, melodic accent hinting at his Mediterranean pack origins. His icy blue eyes held a sharp, inquisitive glint. Standing well over six feet with a powerful, corded build and a razor-sharp jawline, he was the personification of a lunar fantasy.