Twilight Marcus Novels & Stories

I waved them off with a fake smile. “I got it. Probably some loser trying to crash.” I walked to the door, my heels clicking on the hardwood, the short dress shifting against my ass with every step. When I pulled it open, who I saw made me froze. Marcus. Marcus is Twenty-two years old, covered in tattoos that snaked up his arms and disappeared under the collar of his black shirt. His dark hair messy like he had just run his hands through it after a fight. His jaw was tight, and his eyes locked on mine with that dangerous calm that always made girls stupid around him.

The struggle to control himself and Dax had his hands shaking as they fisted at his sides. Clearing his throat, Marcus decided to stick with his original goal of claiming his brother's body and protecting the human that Clint had said was so important. Somehow, he had to find a way to convince this strong human woman that she was intended to be his mate and the pack's Luna. “My name is Marcus, and I am here to claim Clint's body”. With this, he and Jackson began to approach Marcia, only to freeze when they heard the distinct sound of her readying her weapon. “You are in the wrong place, there is no one here by the name of Clint, and no bodies, yet, so please leave this property. We are a sa

Aaron accepted without hesitation, and soon their conversation drifted to everything that had happened in the pack while they’d been away. Then, after a brief pause, Marcus admitted something unexpected… there was a woman in his life. Someone he wanted to settle down with. Someone he intended to make his Luna. Aaron’s curiosity spiked instantly. “So… spill. Who’s the lucky lady?” he asked, a grin tugging at his lips. Marcus didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he lifted his gaze to the night sky, his eyes fixed on the stars, as if searching for the right words. "Wait, what about your mate?" Aaron asked, confused. He knew how important fated mates were to werewolves, especially an Alpha.

Drake's rebirth energy blazed brighter than I had ever seen, silver flecks dancing through the ice-blue like stars. The dual bond between us hummed with impossible power—not romantic like what I shared with Zack, but something equally profound. A connection forged across timelines, preserved by death itself. "You should not be standing," Marcus said, though uncertainty crept into his voice. "The damage from containing her entity should have kept you unconscious for days."

To make Emily fall in deep slumber, Marcus has turned to the use of the substance that that has helped him for a long time. With this central nervous system depressant mixed with wolfsbane, he will do whatever he wants with her; make love to her the whole night and then mark her and she won't be able to feel a thing.

Marcus teased, tilting her chin up to plant a kiss on her lips. - A few minutes later, the couple left their mansion and headed for the Palmer Group office. Marcus had chosen to wear all black that day. At nearly two meters tall, his presence was commanding, exuding confidence—a deliberate choice. He was no longer the shattered man he had been 20 years ago.

"You're not Elias?" My heart ached, but I didn't show it; I just glanced at him and waited for an answer. "It's so embarrassing. I'm Marcus, Beta of Blood Moon. Our Alpha doesn't like the rain, so I went to pick up Luna on his behalf. You guys don't mind, do you?" Marcus rubs his nose, looking a little shyly at me. Of course, our Alpha and Luna don't mind. They just wanted to push me away quickly and expect a promise from Apha Elias to stop the war.

My dad took a deep breath and slowly said, "The Twilight Pack is facing a lot of challenges right now. With scarce resources and border disputes, we need a strong ally. And Marcus, despite his disquieting character and means, has the ability and strength to help us through this." I was silent for a moment, filled with contradictions and struggles. Although I do not want to have any more involvement with Marcus, I also understand my father's pains. The future of the Twilight Pack is a matter of life and death for all members, and I can't affect the fate of the entire pack because of my personal feelings. "I see, father," I finally nodded, with a hint of determination in my voice. "I'll try to

Then, he stood up and held out the cloak. “It’s going to get cold before dawn,” he said. “You can’t stay in that dress all night. It’s too bright. It makes you a target.” “I’m already a target, Marcus.” “Just take it,” he said. I reached out and took the cloak. Our fingers brushed for a second. Usually, when a male wolf touched me, I felt a jolt of fear or a need to pull away. But with Marcus, it was quiet. He didn't smell like Rowan or Aiden. He smelled like cedar and old books.

She hesitated, torn between running and staying to help, but then Marcus broke free, his hand closing around Alex’s throat. “You can’t protect her forever,” Marcus snarled, his eyes glowing with an unnatural light. With a roar of fury, Alex shoved him off, his claws slashing through the air. Marcus staggered back, blood dripping from his chest, but his smile never wavered. “This isn’t over,” he said, his voice calm despite the wounds. “I’ll be seeing you soon, Sasha.” Before anyone could stop him, he vanished into the shadows, leaving behind a tense and bloodied silence.