True Blood Marcus Novels & Stories

While tears drop constantly on her cheeks, she wipes them with her left hand and unconsciously continues flicking Annie's hair backward. “What shall we call her?” he shocked his wife with his unexpected presence. “She shall be called Zena!, the moon girl. Look, my dear husband, isn't she pretty like the moon?” Mr.Angus snail pace close to his wife and the young child that later went unconscious after much crying, he glared at her very close and his heart suddenly went mute as his jaw dropped immediately, he saw a unique rare birthmark, a familiar one from the tales of wolverine, the mark of true blood of an Alpha.

Marcus was so occupied with the vampires who were attacking him nonstop that he couldn't hear his beta calling him through the mind link. Sapphire noticed his dad's condition, and he ran up to him,, but he was too late. Out of nowhere a vampire cane and rip Sapphire's head from his body. Feeling the bond between him and his beta break, Marcus look to where his beta was and saw him on the floor in the pool of his blood and his sin in his human form kneeled beside him. Marcus was distracted by the fourth of his beta and best friend that he didn't notice the vampire who was coming. In the blink of an eye, Marcus head was reaped of his head. And he drop dead.

Marcus trailed off and balled his fist, numb to the pain of his sharp nails digging into his palm. “I'll kill him, I swear on my life." “He might be of help, you know. He left in a fucking Mercedes while we had to run through the forest, Marc. He's got dough!" Alex pressed. "Shut the fuck up!” Marcus snapped angrily. “I'm not asking you to stay with me, but I'm not going to rest until every single member of the Lockwood family kisses the dust, starting with that bastard, Xavier!" Alex raised his palm in the air and shook his head.

’ Marcus tried to justify what he did minutes ago. He looked at his hands and shirt which had stains of blood from Mariko, Ethan, and Lincoln. And there’s blood also splattered on his face. His disheveled hair and suit made him look more like a serial killer. *** Soon, Christian, John, and Lucas arrived and were waiting for him. Their jaws dropped as they saw how messy and bloody Marcus was while walking in a daze in their direction. “Dude, are you alright? Where are Mariko and Uncle Ethan?” Lucas asked.

I needed to stick to the plan, find the weak spots in Silas's finances, and leave this house. Instead of going to my room, I walked down the back hallway and slipped out through the side door to the garage apartment. Marcus was already there. He sat on a leather stool with his laptop open. A glass of bourbon rested on the desk beside a Glock he was cleaning. His Marine buzz cut looked neat under the bright lights, and his sharp blue eyes met mine the moment I walked in. He looked at my face and let out a low whistle.

Marcus replied casually as he approached me. I instinctively took a step back, unsettled by his demeanor. It was clear that Marcus wasn’t going to let me go. No matter how hard I tried to escape, he always found a way to pull me back into his grasp. The truth was finally sinking in: the man I believed loved me was nothing more than an arranged boyfriend, a pawn in Marcus's game. Derek’s reluctance to touch me made sense now; he knew I belonged to Marcus all along. I had been a fool, but that ends here.

Bo said. “What is he?” Anthony squinted quizzically. “Marcus took your father's blood the day your father died. And he made Corey into a hybrid with it when Corey almost died of cancer. Marcus himself had killed thousands to millions of wolves, fairies and hybrids, and used their powers to make himself more powerful.” “You shouldn't be the one telling me this when I have my mother.” His mother dared to hide such a thing from him.

She’d resorted to half-kicking one of her suitcases down the plush carpeted hall when she ran into one of the worst fucking busybodies the club had to offer, Marcus. Marcus worked on the Virtual Reality level and thought himself above most of the others, as he was more of a tech guy. He thought that when marks chose him to pull to a private suite it was because he was God’s gift to women as he really didn’t put on special shows. He claimed he was just that good because women wanted to drop their panties because of his face alone. He was a prick and not all that good looking in Amberleigh’s opinion, average height, stomach that was tight but far from a six pack, curly brown hair, but his sell

But it was the person standing behind him that made the blood freeze in my veins. Marcus. He was supposed to be dead. Dante had said he dealt with him at the airfield. But there he was, his eyes burning with a manic, vengeful light. "Hello, little brother," Marcus’s voice crackled through the speakers. "I hope you’re enjoying your new life as the Butcher’s pet. Did he give you a nice collar? Does he let you sleep at the foot of the bed?"

“No. I don’t suppose you could. You’ve been carrying something for days now. Spit it out before it eats you alive.” Marcus hesitated, his jaw tightening. Then, with a heavy sigh, he dropped onto a bench, the sword resting against his leg. “It’s Maddie.” Darcus raised a brow. “Go on.” “I can’t stop thinking about her,” Marcus said quietly, almost ashamed. “The way she’s brave even when she’s afraid. The way she laughs when she forgets herself. I…I care about her. Too much. And I know I shouldn’t. Not now. Not with war on the horizon. Not after my divorce with my ex wife.” His hands clenched into fists. “And then again, she deserves better than me. My past isn’t spotless either. I’ve killed, I