Twilight Saga Marcus Novels & Stories

They were placed in the heart of the grove, covered in what was left of the holy flowers that once grew in luxuriant excess here. Sarah knelt beside the smallest form, her tears falling silently onto what had once been young Marcus. He had died as he had lived, in defense of others, placing himself between an Eclipse wolf and elderly Thomas with a courage that was characteristic of wolves twice his age. Now, Thomas wept beside his young savior, his gnarled hands trembling as they tenderly smoothed Marcus's fur one final time. "He was going to ask Claire to be his mate," Thomas whispered anxiously. "During the next full moon. He'd planned it all out, including what he would say and where he w

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

I never had the chance they did to get any energy back, as every time, that I would nearly fall asleep or something similar, they would wake me. Wrath would sink his fangs into either my neck or shoulder, one to drink, then the other just to hold me in place, and then Silas would make me drink once he was finished. Marcus, on the other hand, was much more brutal and cruel. He would enter me hard and make sure to dig his claws in, no matter where his hands were. I did manage to sink my fangs into Marcus's neck a couple of times, getting a good power hit from his Royal Rogue blood.

"Why?" “By giving a curse to them, they will pass the mass executions that Martha had done in the early days of the government. Their weak bodies, which would die before they reached the age of seventeen, would prevent Martha from touching them because, technically, she would no longer need to kill them all. That said, half-blood witches living in the present are much better off. They just being the subject of people's scorn, not meeting their death," Mitchell touched his shoulder, channeling the magical energy he had not felt for a long time, moving to restore his strength. "Did you see the man sitting beside me earlier? His name is Hugo Lockwood—" "I know."

But Marcus wasn't planning to stop, If anything, Joanna's death only made him angrier. Trent had taken everything from him, his pride, his reputation, his chance at power. And now, Marcus was going to take something from Trent. Three days later, Marcus found himself in a rundown cottage on the edge of the territory. The place looked abandoned, with broken shutters and overgrown grass. He knocked twice with his eyes scanning around, then he waited and after a while, the door opened, and a woman stepped out. Zendaya, the witch who had helped with Joanna's schemes.

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.”

Around him, the feast hall descended into madness. Marcus, his loyal Beta, the man who had stood by his side through countless battles and bloodshed, fell first. Steve watched in horror as his second-in-command's eyes glazed over, pupils dilating until only a thin ring of color remained. The warrior's movements became jerky, desperate, as he tore at his clothing with trembling hands. A crimson-skinned creature—no, not creature, succubus—with spiraling horns and a forked tail approached him, her hips swaying hypnotically. Marcus didn't resist. His trousers pooled around his ankles as he seized her waist, spinning her roughly against the nearest pillar, his hips bucking with savage intensity a

“We won’t let you unleash that horror on the world.” Marcus laughed, a sound void of warmth. “You don’t understand. The Hollow is not just power it’s freedom. And soon, it will devour everything in its path... starting with you.” Sarah clutched the tome tightly. “You’re playing with forces you can’t control.” “Maybe,” Marcus said, stepping forward. “But it’s a risk I’m willing to take. The blood vow ends tonight.” Before John could react, Marcus raised his hand, dark energy spiraling from his fingertips, striking the heart in Sarah’s hands. The obsidian pulsed violently, a shattering scream tearing through the chamber.

He twirls his fingers and I turn, seeing a huge wolf running towards me. “Titus, shift!” Marcus shouts from behind me, and I shift into Orion. He wastes no time running towards this wolf and clashes with it. Orion grips the wolf around the snout and bites down, and the wolf whimpers. Orion doesn’t release it until he bites harder. Hearing teeth and bone crunch makes us want to rip it to shreds and taste it’s blood.