Twilight Marcus Novels & Stories

Noah's face darkened "what do you mean by calling me a small fly?" Marcus replied lazily while looking at Noah condescendingly "you are a lowly vampire, not even a number two in the City, I was thinking you are the third, but yet, you ain't, you are the fifth, terrible, I can't bear staying in a room with a weakling" Noah's ego was shattered directly by Marcus, he exuded a murderous aura from his body, and a smile appeared on Marcus' face. He snapped his fingers, and two burly men appeared out of nowhere, their eyes were filled with darkness.

22: Go Home There’s a silence passing through the whole house as he spits those words. Magus felt that they needed time to think and absorb his words using his vampire speed he left the two of them hanging. Not believing in his words. And he thinks that what he said to them is already too late since Dawn has Dustine marked now. If she didn’t gather her hair on one side he didn't know that his grandson marked his mate, that he’s supposed to mark his wife instead.

"Lock down the evening audit logs and go home to your family. The matrix can watch itself tonight." "Goodnight, Mrs. Betiang-Luther. And... congratulations. We changed the world today." "No," I whispered as the console clicked offline, leaving the terrace in absolute, pristine silence. "We just forced the world to admit it had already changed." A soft, familiar rustle of fabric sounded behind me, followed by the heavy, solid cadence of footsteps that I could recognize in my sleep. Marcus stepped out onto the terrace, his massive frame silhouetted against the soft golden light spilling from our bedroom. He had shed his corporate armor entirely, wearing only a pair of dark silk trousers and a

“He might have helped clear your name from Twyla’s internet trash, but he is still a wild animal with no pack alignment. You cannot trust a wolf who lives in the dark zones, because he could be sizing you up as prey.” “He is not sizing me up, Marcus,” I said, wrapping the leather bands tighter around my bruised knuckles as a dark, dangerous smile crept onto my lips. “I know exactly what he is doing. He is waiting to see if Torin's ex is going to break under the weight of the Winslow crown, because he wants to see if I am strong enough to survive the ballroom.” “And are you?” Marcus asked, his gray eyes locked onto my profile.

~ ROWAN’S POV ~ The heavy thud of the oak door echoed through the private wing, followed by the distinct, metallic click of a deadbolt. I didn’t even turn around from the window. I didn’t need to. The scent of rain and expensive cedar told me exactly which twin had entered my golden cage. "You’re still awake," Marcus said. His voice was low, devoid of the usual sharp edge Julian carried like a weapon.

She responded, looking up at him, "Impatience persistent in the thought produces sadness to the spirit. You are aware that you are living in America in the twenty-first century, correct? As she stood, Zachary mocked her. Zachary was tall, powerful, and guarding. His name, in Nate's opinion, was a good fit for him, as were his face's nearly flawless facial angles and the halo-like appearance of his blonde hair. It was actually his personality, though, that made her think of an angel. Zachary loved people with a deep passion. He served as a mentor, a watchdog, and a leader. He enjoyed teaching younger generations the most. After the Battle of Brier Creek, Nate discovered him. A new vampire who

"Okay. Informed her that I'll be on my way there." "Yes, Boss." Marcus' life was full of secrets. He has an unrevealed side. His werewolf side. Yes, Marcus was half human and half werewolf. His father, Alfonso, was a full-blooded werewolf who was destined to be mated by a human, his mother. Then, they were gifted with two lovable pups - Marcus and Madison. Marcus was an Alpha itself. A conceited and heartless Alpha to the Blue-Eyed Pack. Their pack was considered one of the most biggest packs in West City.

Yvonne asked me to focus on a beam of light on the ceiling. I concentrated on the light. After a few minutes, she asked gently, “Who are you?” “Aurora Twilight.” “Do you know Harry Chalamet?” “Yes, I do.” “No, you don’t.” “I do. I know him. No… I don’t know him.” “You don’t know him.” “I… don’t know him.”

And at the center… him. He was huge. Muscled. Handsome beyond reason. His face sharp, carved like stone, lips soft like a child’s skin. Dark brown eyes, skin kissed by the sun, tall and broad like a fortress. He carried a mystery that demanded submission. No one could resist him. Marcus. His eyes locked on mine—dark, burning, like coffee laced with fire. My body trembled. Heat washed over me as he came closer. I turned away, refusing to look. Then, in a flash, he shifted. His wolf was magnificent. Powerful. Unstoppable.

Our meetings have all been positive and the fact he calls me Vanessa says he respects my choices. A low hum of growls ignites in the air, the wolves anticipating the final bond. I’ve missed whatever Alpha Crane has said, my mind too focused on what comes next. Marcus ’s palm encircles the back of my neck as he steps into my space, placing my head near his upper thigh. He’s tall and wider than me, as are most male shifters. I’ve always been petite for my status, my alpha tendencies inside more than outside. “Close your eyes,” Marcus says softly, his opposite hand going to my cheek in a tender caress. “This is going to hurt.”