Twilight Marcus Novels & Stories

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

His aura stayed wild, restless. “Rylan,” I whispered without turning. “What’s happening?” Rylan’s voice came out cautious. “It’s Marcus.” My head snapped up. Marcus — the Lycan. The ancient, primal part of Xavier. “The battle was… intense,” Rylan continued. “This is Marcus’s first real interaction with you. He isn’t willing to hand control back yet.” My heart skipped. “He’s… staying?” I asked softly. Xavier — no, Marcus — pressed closer, answering the question himself. He nudged my chest again, nearly knocking me backward with the sheer weight of him. When I stumbled, he panicked and immediately shoved his head under my hand like a child demanding comfort.

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.

My heart was racing, and I began to feel faint when he pulled away. “Aria, you have to drink from me now,” he said quietly. My eyes slowly opened and I saw where he had bit into his wrist and was holding it out. With shaky hands, I grabbed his forearm and pulled his wrist towards me. Tentatively, I lapped at his wound and then swallowed the coppery liquid. “I apologize in advance for this next part,” he told me before grabbing onto my neck. I felt a bone deep crunch and everything turned black. Marcus’ POV “Where the fuck is she?” I muttered to myself while we searched the woods. We split up awhile ago and have been combing through the area.

The hall felt silent, their in front of them their luna was writhing in pain as someone just aim for her life with the silver dagger pierced in her back. Marcus was himself stunned by the sudden turn of events. He was talking with his secretary regarding the foreign deal .Yes, he own his own business company in the human world .They need to be in contact with the human world as many werewolves have human mates as the other. The hunt for his mate made him even reach human world and now he is the billioner of human world .Thanks to his power to read minds , it was impossible for anyone to fool him.

Before I could fully catch my breath, I saw Marcus approaching from the far side of the room. Dorian noticed too; his body stiffened subtly beside me. But when Marcus reached us, he bowed his head slightly - not in submission, but in respect. "Alpha Dorian. Luna Tessa," he said, his voice calm, carrying the weight of centuries behind it. "Congratulations. What you have forged tonight..." His eyes gleamed, searching my face, my soul. "It’s something the world has not seen in a very long time." I swallowed, caught between gratitude and the strange sensation that he was speaking not just of tonight, but of something much, much larger.

I bit my lip so hard I could taste blood, my nails digging into my palms. "Then after you marry Miss Serena, what about her…?" Marcus asked carefully. "Just keep her around for now." Damon walked to the window, his back to me. "Humans don't live long anyway. I don't mind playing with her until she's gone." They talked for a few more minutes, all about the Blood Moon Ceremony and how to make sure everything was perfect for the precious Miss Serena. Not a single word about me. After hanging up, Damon finally turned to me. "I have to go. Marcus needs help with a few things."

His big hands were trembling as he leaned into the cabin. "Sweep it again!" Marcus yelled. Another message came through my bag. A loud ping. I reached for the phone on the floor. Marcus grabbed my wrist. His grip was like a trap. "I'll read it," Marcus said. He picked up the phone. His face went gray. He turned the screen toward me. MARCUS LIKES THE VINTAGE 1945 WHISKEY. SCARLETT LIKES THE TRUTH. TOO BAD THE BOTTLE IS POISONED. CHECK THE CORK, BIG MAN.