True Blood Marcus Novels & Stories

I growled, each syllable sharp enough to cut stone. She didn’t flinch. Her breath hitched, but she rooted herself more firmly between us, as if her small, fragile frame could block the storm rising inside me. “No,” she whispered. My blood turned to ice. No? NO? Marcus lay slumped against the wall of the abandoned shed, barely clinging to life, bleeding all over the floor. His scent was a mess of pain, fear, and another smell I couldn’t place at first something like regret, thick and heavy.

He was my best friend’s father after all and Forty-eight. Old enough to have changed my diapers once upon a time. This was sick. This was wrong on every level the world had ever taught me. But my pussy was soaked. My thighs were trembling. And the ache between my legs had turned into a deep, throbbing need that no amount of guilt could kill. Marcus killed the engine. The door opened with a soft click. He stepped out, all six-foot-three of him unfolding from the car like a predator finally done pretending to be civilized.

Marcus The room suddenly burst into sound and movement. The Lycan King shifted, tearing through his clothes, and leapt over the table, grabbing Marcus by the collar and twisting his neck to see the mark more clearly. His nails extended into claws and sank into the younger male's neck. “It's not possible.”

Luca held Grace. Derek held Hope. Derek Jr. slept. We were a family. The four of us. And the children. The painting watched. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. A man stood there. Tall. Dark hair. No scar. He said his name was Marcus. But Marcus was dead. He smiled. He said he was the real Marcus. The one who had died was his twin. He said he had come to take what was his. Hope. He pulled out a knife.

It was someone from his past, someone he thought lost forever. “Marcus?” John whispered, disbelief threading through his voice. The figure stepped forward, and the shadows around him seemed to recoil in deference. Marcus’s eyes gleamed with something cold and unyielding. “You didn’t expect to see me here, did you?” Sarah’s breath hitched. “How… how is this possible? You were gone.” Marcus’s smile deepened, unsettling in its certainty. “Gone? No. I’ve been watching, waiting. The blood vow it’s more tangled than you think. And I’m here to make sure it’s fulfilled… on my terms.”

Marcus teased, tilting her chin up to plant a kiss on her lips. - A few minutes later, the couple left their mansion and headed for the Palmer Group office. Marcus had chosen to wear all black that day. At nearly two meters tall, his presence was commanding, exuding confidence—a deliberate choice. He was no longer the shattered man he had been 20 years ago.

By the time he finally stops, Marcus is unrecognizable-a broken, bloody heap lying motionless in a pool of his own blood. His body is little more than a mangled mass of flesh and bone, indistinguishable from the floor it lies on. It’s a gory sight. And a satisfying delight. Dominicus stands over him, his chest heaving with exertion. His hands, dripping with blood, twitch at his sides as though still craving more violence. For a moment, he simply stares at the mess he's made. Then, slowly, he turns. His eyes find mine. I freeze. The intensity in his gaze is overwhelming, pinning me in place. His bright, blazing blue eyes seem to see straight through me, their glow more vivid than ever. His bo

She has watched him sleep and was amazed at how peaceful he looked while asleep. She had heard a lot about him. He was a lonesome human and she wondered if it was true because he has everything. Why'd he be lonely? "Get out!" Marcus ordered angrily. His gaze was back on her and he watched how she trembled. Good lord, she looked like a clumsy person. And he fucking slept with her without protection. How worse did yesterday get? He better keep a record. It was the worst day of his life.. "I said get out!" He yelled and Octavia flinched in fright.

Sophie felt instantly something was wrong and wanted to nudge Bella but she already felt a gaze on her and it was took late to slip away from the kitchen. But that did stop Bella from leaving, Sophie tried to act as natural as she could while placing her bag on the rest table " Bella told me that you were asking of me, so why are you looking for me ?" Marcus was really angry at first but this time he was rather confused but he spoke " your banned for drinking ever again, I have to endure with your other problem online and you still expect me to carry you when you are drunk.I sure you know how many times that my name has been dragged into your mud " Although Marcus spoke using his normal tone

But then, a new scent caught my attention, one I recognised instantly, making my heart skip a beat. Rot and power. I froze. My wolf bared her teeth. “Aria,” Damon whispered weakly, his eyes darting behind me. “Run.” The voice that followed made my stomach drop. “Well, well.” I turned slowly. A tall figure emerged from the shadows by the doorway, Zac’s Beta, Marcus. His smirk shone in the faint light, while his sword was still wet with someone’s blood. “Didn’t expect to see you here, sweetheart,” he drawled. “The little omega who caused so much trouble.”