True Blood Marcus Novels & Stories

Hot thick ropes painted my skin while I lay there panting and trembling. Marcus climbed onto the bed last. He spread my legs and pushed his cock into my cum-filled pussy. He fucked me slow and deep while the brothers watched and caught their breath. “This is still mine,” he growled. “Always ends with me inside you.” I came one more time around his cock, soft and shaking. Marcus slammed deep and filled me with his own hot load, marking me as his again.

FRIEDA’S POV Marcus coughed blood. "You'll never escape this. The network will hunt you, the families will come for you. You've signed your own death warrant." "Then I'll die on my terms." Marcus' eyes found me. "You did this, right? You made him love-drunk. You…you corrupted him." "Curse you both… curse you and everything you touch." Marcus fell forward, dead. Michael and I faced each other. “Thank you,” I said. “For saving me.”

Blood filled the table as Marcus snapped the neck of the woman, cracking her bones as the sounds of anguish filled the room. "Shit!" I closed my eyes at the horror unfolding before me. What has Marcus turned into? Before I could open my eyes, Marcus had escaped through the window, leaving the lifeless body on the glass table on her own pool of blood. I tip toed to not come across the blood or get stained with it. As I peeps outside the window, I didn't see Marcus as he was nowhere to be found. Before I could turn to the other side to see if he was there, a white beast with blue icy eyes revealed itself to me, making me startled as I retreated in my steps.

As luck would have it, Marcus and I arrived home right about the same time. Relief washed over his features as he saw me running towards him, opening his arms for me. “Thank God you’re alright.” He said as he pecked my forehead. “Marcus,” I said, breathless, “What the hell was that about?” “We got news that Mary’s Husband, Victor, is part of a rebellion.” He said, “He is a Lycan.” “What?” I asked, “H-how did he-“

"I know you’re in there! I saw you come this way!" I slowly pull back, letting Marcus’s softening cock slide from my mouth with a wet, audible pop. A string of saliva and cum connects us for a fleeting second before snapping against my chin. I look up at him. His head is thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, his chest heaving as if he’s just run a marathon. The flush on his cheeks isn't from the champagne anymore; it’s the aftermath of being completely drained. He looks wrecked. Destroyed. And he hasn't even heard his fiancée screaming his name yet.

BANG! Two precise shots—straight to the head. The attackers dropped, lifeless. Marcus gasped for air, his vision blurry from the blood loss. Then he saw him. A man standing in the shadows, dressed in a long black coat. As he stepped forward, the dim club lights illuminated his face. Marcus’ breath caught. "What the fuck…?" His mind raced as he recognized the man. Marvin. Or as the world once knew him—Cassandra’s father. Marcus tried to speak, but Marvin simply shook his head.

Blinding white light filled the room, followed by thick, suffocating smoke. When the smoke cleared seconds later, the balcony window was wide open, and Marcus had vanished into the darkness of the night. The Aftermath - Extreme Possession "Liora! Are you alright?!" Mavric gripped Liora’s shoulders firmly, checking her from head to toe as if searching for injuries that weren't there. Liora was still in shock, breathing heavily. "He... he is my brother, Mav. Marcus White.” “He was supposed to be dead."

A tear slips down her cheek so slowly it looks suspended in time. “That’s the problem.” The silence deepens. A pulse begins. Soft. From her chest. Barely visible. A faint shimmer in the air that distorts the edges of reality. Like heat waves. But colder. Another pulse follows—stronger. Then another. Marcus screams—not a warrior’s scream, but a raw, animal sound—as blood trickles from his nose. He collapses fully, hands gripping the ground. My vision wavers at the edges. The air tastes metallic.

My mixed blood—once a source of shame—now gave me advantages pure wolves like Marcus would never understand. "Right on time," a deep voice echoed across the clearing. "And alone. How... trusting." A shimmering blue light appeared before me, coalescing into the holographic image of Marcus Grimwood. Even as a projection, he cut an imposing figure—tall and broad-shouldered, with silver streaking his dark hair and a black patch covering his right eye. His remaining eye assessed me with clinical detachment. "Where's my brother?" I demanded, keeping my voice steady despite the fear churning in my stomach.

I felt her need for talking, and not long after, she asked, "So, Marcus, what do you do for a living?" It was almost comical, but I did my best not to laugh at her. Marcus' dark gaze, which matched our father's shifted toward Blaire, and his eyebrow curved toward his hairline. "I'm a werewolf. I'm the lead hunter in our pack. That's what I do." She gave him a snarky look and went back to her food. "You didn't have to get a tude about it," she mumbled. Marcus smirked, and it slid underneath my skin. My wolf didn't like him chatting with my mate, or even looking at her, but he'd come in and found Bree's scent right away. He was the best hunter no matter how hard it was for me to admit it.