True Blood Marcus Novels & Stories

I knew what he really wanted was confirmation that Grace had signed and this whole mess was behind us. The bar was nearly empty, just a few older guys nursing scotch and talking quietly about market trends or yacht maintenance or whatever rich men talked about when their wives weren't around. Marcus was in our usual corner booth, already on his second drink judging by the color in his cheeks. He grinned when he saw me, stood up to clap me on the back like I'd just closed a major deal instead of ending my marriage. "There he is. The free man." He pushed a glass of eighteen-year Macallan toward me, the expensive stuff the club kept in reserve. "I ordered ahead. Figured you'd need this."

Marcus warned. Elena rolled up her sleeve. The mark my blood left glowed faintly. “This shows truth, Marcus. Including what you did to your father.” The clearing cracked open into chaos. Wolves whispering, shifting, staring. Marcus paled. “Lies!” he snarled. “Blood magic corruption!” “Then take my mark yourself,” I said. “Let it reveal your innocence.” A true Alpha wouldn’t have flinched. Marcus stepped back. “You refuse?” I asked. “The great Alpha Marcus, afraid of truth?”

I couldn't—i just couldn't do that to her. Then the phone rang. Marco's name flashed across the screen. I swiped to answer. “This better be important.” “Boss.” Marco's voice was tight. “We have a problem. Marcus is dead.” I stilled. “What?” “Our men found him in an alley near the docks. Two bullets to the back of the head. It was a clean job.” My fingers tightened around the phone. Marcus—the weasel who'd been snapping photos of Lena for Evelyn. “When did you find out?”

“Dormant Veyrith blood was attached legally to a weak pack through marriage. Darius was arrogant enough to think he could control it. The Council was willing to let him try.” “You helped him?” “I monitored him.” I held his gaze. “You stood beside him while he carved her open.” Marcus went still. “I didn’t know about the kidney.” The first honest thing in the room. I could tell. Not because of his tone. Marcus was too controlled for tells like that. But because he didn’t try to shape the statement afterward. Just laid it there between us. “You still stayed,” I said. His eyes met mine again. “Yes.” No justification attached.

Instead, she was met with a wall of unyielding black ice. Marcus stood at the edge of the stone platform, his massive frame towering over the arena. He looked like an ancient king carved out of dead granite. His dual-colored eyes—one gold, one silver—held no warmth, no pride, and no recognition. They were completely vacant. Through the fated-mate bond, Elena felt a void so vast and hollow it made her head spin. The soul-tether was completely dark. Marcus didn't see a loyal mate who had just risked her life to save him from a rigged duel against a young Alpha. Because he had seen her take the vial from Jax the night before, his shattered heart had jumped to a terrifying, logical conclusion.

He says and pecks my lips quickly before getting up. “No problem,” I say as I watch him disappear into the dark forest. POV Axel. I run. I run as fast as I possibly can. I am in such a shock that I didn’t even think about shifting. The doctor mind linked me saying Marcus was getting worse. I arrive at the clinic. “Where is he" I ask one of the nurses. “This way" she runs in front of me to his room. There I see the doctor and Marcus his mate and some nurses. I rush over to his bed. Marcus is covered in his own blood and foam comes from his mouth.

If he didn't know something he knew how to research it and was a scholar at heart so he usually found what he was looking for. I pulled the bloody cloth from my bag and handed it to him still in the bag I had placed it in from this morning. He opened it and sniffed, his eyes flashed red briefly but returned to his sexy deep blue quickly. Marcus drank mostly animal blood and occasionally my blood with consent but he could go without it too and unlike the movies he didn't lose control at the scent of blood only really old ancient feral vampires tended to suffered that. "Its human blood." he added, "but there is a hint of animal blood too." he said after a second sniff like someone denoting the

Then, I heard it. A pained whimper followed by a guttural grunt. Tradition slipped my mind as my nurse instincts took over. I followed the trail of blood leading into Reid’s private library. I pushed the door open and gasped. The sight knocked all the air from my lungs. Alpha Marcus was on the floor. He was choking on his own blood. A silver dagger was buried deep in his chest, piercing his heart. "Alpha Marcus!" I screamed, dropping to my knees beside him.

Worthy. As if summoned by that exact moment, Marcus arrived. He walked in dressed in deep royal colors, looking impossibly fresh and handsome, like a man who ruled effortlessly without trying. His eyes lifted to me, and he stopped walking altogether. From the way his pupils widened, I knew he wasn’t prepared. “You look” He paused, breath catching slightly. “I don’t even know what to say. You look so stunning.” He came closer, slow, as if he didn’t want to blink. Then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “ And Perfect” he whispered. And his touch and gentleness made me feel warmth through my heart.

“Such animalistic behavior.” My stomach turned. He glanced at me as if expecting me to agree, his eyes gleaming with something ugly—triumph, maybe. Satisfaction. As though Damien losing control had been the exact outcome he’d been waiting for. I said nothing. I couldn’t. My throat felt sealed shut, my thoughts tangled and sharp. Marcus stepped closer, ignoring the way my body stiffened instinctively. He smelled like expensive cologne and something metallic beneath it. Blood. “He won’t forgive you, you know,” he said lightly, as if he were commenting on the weather. “Men like him don’t forgive. They punish.”