Novel & Cerita Twilight Marcus

Then he stood. Because falling wasn’t defeat. Staying down was. “You’re not a god.” The smile sharpened. “I don’t need to be.” A pause. “To end you.” The shadows in the room thickened. Stretching. Climbing. Reaching for him. Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “Enough.” His aura flared instantly. Golden. Blinding. Power surged through the room. Crushing. Dominating. For a moment— Everything froze. Even the shadows. Because this—

For one heartbeat, Damien let himself imagine it — crushing his lips to hers, dragging her into his arms, marking her so deep that no one could ever take her away. His head dipped closer. Her breath hitched, her lips parting— “Damien.” The voice froze him cold. Marcus. He stood at the edge of the clearing, silver eyes gleaming, the weight of his aura pressing down like a storm. Emilia gasped, knees buckling under the pressure. Damien caught her, shielding her instinctively. His wolf snarled, golden light blazing brighter in his eyes. Marcus stepped closer, each stride slow, deliberate, predatory. His gaze swept over the scene: Damien shirtless, glowing-eyed, Emilia’s hand pressed to his ches

Alara’s POV He did not wake gently. There was no slow flutter of lashes. No confused inhale into borrowed air. Xavier came back like a warrior breaching the surface of deep water — violent, gasping, eyes burning gold and black all at once. Marcus rose with him, not raging, not fully controlled, but balanced on the edge of eruption. I was still kneeling beside him when his body arched under the strain of returning consciousness. The fused mark at his shoulder — Lycan and Crescent intertwined — glowed faintly beneath torn skin.

Marcus is her male twin in every way, with blonde hair and green eyes, even though he is older. I always seem flustered whenever he comes around and he knows it, giving me a wink as they sit down. As l can remember, I have always had a crush on Marcus. He is always nice to me. He and I do not really talk much as he is always spending time together with my brother, but when he sees me, he gives me his lady killer smile and I just swoon. All the girls do. He is a popular jock of Ban River High. One of the top three. My brother is also one of the top three, hence why they are best friends.

Kate kisses his cheek and hugs him but he shows no reaction as he grieves in his heart. Marcus stands at 5’11ft and has a pair of cold-looking dark eyes that makes it difficult for most people to maintain eye contact with him. The night’s breeze kisses the top of his head which is bald and blows through the grey hair behind his head as he rolls his black rosary around his wrist.

“What?” “I felt a strong force coming out of here and then I saw Master Marcus's aide come out, but no Master Marcus and he is not here either,” She said, voicing her concern. “Oh, that? His rune glowed brightly and he disappeared into thin air,” I replied with indifference. “His rune? I thought Twilight Ridge werewolves had their runes on them for the purpose of mating and reproduction?” Maureen spoke. Her words clicked in my brain like an old grandpa clock. Mating and reproduction?

“Hello, sister.” The voice was male. Calm. Young. But it's cold. Celeste froze. “Who is this?” “You’re looking at my people on your screens right now,” the voice said. “I’m the one Mom told you about. Well… one of them.” Her heart stopped. “Aaron?” “Not exactly.” The voice laughed, low and cruel. “Aaron’s my twin. I’m Marcus — the one they didn’t want you to know existed.” Her mother gasped. She grabbed the phone. “That’s impossible. You died! I saw—”

He asks as his tongue dips out his mouth to lick his lips as his eyes rake over my body. "This is Nathan, Nathan this is Cole. He's the best demon I have," Marcus says with a satisfied smile. "Hello," I say and I feel a blush come across my cheeks as he stalks towards me and leans close to my face. "Hey cutie," he whispers and leans to run his tongue down my jaw. My heart beats a mile a minute and my limbs seem frozen in place. I try to push him away but my wings give me away and flutter to show I'm happy.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this, Rachel. I'm sure I'm not what you expected." "I'm not sorry, Marcus. I'm enjoying the view quite a bit." I walked past him, opening the shower curtain and stepping into the large clawfoot tub. "Grab my shoulder and get in here with me." "You can take my weight?" "You'll find werewolves are much stronger than humans. Don't underestimate my strength." Marcus put his arm on me while holding the bar in his left hand. He sat on the tub edge before swinging his legs inside. I helped him stand on his good leg.