Twilight Marcus Novels & Stories

"They saw the red eyes in the driveway, Mathias. they know Marcus is a Hybrid, If they realize we are housing two of them? They will think we're being infiltrated. They will revolt. Jax will come back with an army." "Let them think I am a singular monster," I said. My voice was calmer than it had been in days. The blood Tate gave me...just that drop....had centered me, though I knew the hunger was merely napping. "Marcus stays in the shadows as an advisor. A specialist." Marcus swirled his drink....whiskey laced with a few drops of blood he'd provided from his flask. "I've been in the shadows for forty years. I'm comfortable there. Besides, leading is boring."

Ares asked, flicking my nub harder to arouse me. “I don’t think so, right, Sunshine?” Marcus muttered quietly, playing with my feet and my legs with his mouth. His cock was standing right up, rigid. “I will give you everything.” Ares whispered, dropping his mouth down to my chest to eat up my nipples. “Darling, you like it here, don’t you?” Marcus slid his fingers higher to my inner thighs and threw Ares’ hand aside. He replaced it with his hot mouth, flicking my clit with his long, thick tongue.

I felt her need for talking, and not long after, she asked, "So, Marcus, what do you do for a living?" It was almost comical, but I did my best not to laugh at her. Marcus' dark gaze, which matched our father's shifted toward Blaire, and his eyebrow curved toward his hairline. "I'm a werewolf. I'm the lead hunter in our pack. That's what I do." She gave him a snarky look and went back to her food. "You didn't have to get a tude about it," she mumbled. Marcus smirked, and it slid underneath my skin. My wolf didn't like him chatting with my mate, or even looking at her, but he'd come in and found Bree's scent right away. He was the best hunter no matter how hard it was for me to admit it.

“Hello, Rosalie, my name is Marcus.” Rosalie froze in her spot as she stared at the man in front of her. His presence was suffocating as he stared into her eyes with something she didn’t recognize. She subconsciously took a step back as his children smirked beside him. “I’m aware of who you are,” she said taking another step back and bumping into another body, starting herself as she looked over her shoulder to see Genesis before Giovanni stepped in front of her, “Good things I hope,” Marcus said ignoring the twins’ presence.

“You met him before. At that academic conference a few years ago. You two got into a fight.” I remembered. A young Alpha heir was presenting his theory on wolf soul healing. I thought his data was wrong and argued with him on the spot. He came after me when the session ended. We argued for a long time. Neither of us won. I deleted his contact. He tried to add me a few times. I never accepted. “He does not talk much, but he is not a bad person,” Marcus said. “Do not be nervous.” Marcus’s house was in the east wing of Shadowfang’s main house. Gray stone walls covered with moonvine. Someone was standing in the living room. He turned when he heard us.

Luca held Grace. Derek held Hope. Derek Jr. slept. We were a family. The four of us. And the children. The painting watched. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. A man stood there. Tall. Dark hair. No scar. He said his name was Marcus. But Marcus was dead. He smiled. He said he was the real Marcus. The one who had died was his twin. He said he had come to take what was his. Hope. He pulled out a knife.

she greeted softly, her voice a whisper in the night’s embrace. Marcus, a fellow werewolf and trusted comrade in the Order, returned her smile with a nod, his emerald eyes glinting with amusement. His midnight blue hair caught the moonlight, giving him an almost ethereal glow. “Aurora,” he replied, his tone teasing. “Out for a midnight stroll, I see.” She chuckled, the tension of the night easing in his presence. “Something like that,” she said, her gaze drifting to the darkened streets ahead. “Just keeping an eye out.”

As luck would have it, Marcus and I arrived home right about the same time. Relief washed over his features as he saw me running towards him, opening his arms for me. “Thank God you’re alright.” He said as he pecked my forehead. “Marcus,” I said, breathless, “What the hell was that about?” “We got news that Mary’s Husband, Victor, is part of a rebellion.” He said, “He is a Lycan.” “What?” I asked, “H-how did he-“

But then, a new scent caught my attention, one I recognised instantly, making my heart skip a beat. Rot and power. I froze. My wolf bared her teeth. “Aria,” Damon whispered weakly, his eyes darting behind me. “Run.” The voice that followed made my stomach drop. “Well, well.” I turned slowly. A tall figure emerged from the shadows by the doorway, Zac’s Beta, Marcus. His smirk shone in the faint light, while his sword was still wet with someone’s blood. “Didn’t expect to see you here, sweetheart,” he drawled. “The little omega who caused so much trouble.”

] I was just about to block this latest number, which I didn’t even know was the fifth one Sienna had changed, when my phone pinged with a message from my "betrothed." As I read the message, a painful, almost relieved smile spread across my face. "Marcus, go ahead and enjoy yourself with Sienna. After tonight, maybe you won’t be so happy anymore…" That night, the two packs gathered together for dinner to discuss the marriage of convenience, yet Marcus, who was the main character, was extremely late. Marcus's father, Richard, was crossed. "Why is Marcus still not here yet? Today is such an important day, and he's late! How could I ever trust him to manage the Shadowhowl pack in the future? Th