Twilight Saga Marcus Novels & Stories

“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.

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.

"The twins are strong, yes, but they don't understand the northern ways, they don't know how to appreciate a woman with my kind of fire." Marcus blinked, a sudden look of arrogant satisfaction replacing his caution as he took the bait hook, line, and sinker. "So you are finally seeing sense, girl," he chuckled, stepping closer until I could feel the heat radiating from his broad chest. "You realize those two boys cannot protect you from the Council."

THE TWILIGHT COURT Maerwynn’s POV The city emerged like something out of a dream. It clung to the mountains, glowing softly with an otherworldly light. The buildings looked like crystal, impossibly tall and delicate, and the towers shimmered as though spun from the night sky itself. The light wasn’t from the sun—not the kind I knew. This place lived in twilight, where day and night held hands, casting the city in a perpetual, silvery glow. Light veins carved into mountaintops, glowing against the midnight sky. There was beauty here, haunting and fragile.

I knew I needed to kill him manually. He looked behind me, and fear dawned in his eyes. That was his moment of weakness. I seized the opportunity and stabbed him with my claws. "You shouldn't have freed her, Gwen, " he said through the mind link with blood dripping out from Adrian's mouth. "All this was for you. So you will be safe, so our territories will survive them.." he paused. Falling to the ground, he said " Marcus is the Baron, and Sylvia and Lucas were working for him," I was about to twist my hand, tired of his lies, when I heard Sylvia laughing at me.

He walked up to me, set the child down, and said in a low, irritated voice, "What are you still doing here? Didn't I already explain everything to you? This is now my and Serena's mating ceremony." I answered honestly, "Waiting for someone. To hold a mating ceremony." Marcus got even more angry. "Why are you being so passive-aggressive? I already explained everything to you. I just found out the child was back too. Everyone has a past, don't they?" I nodded. "I understand. You're a mature werewolf. It's normal to have former lovers. Besides, you two already have a child together. I wish you both a happy bonding." Marcus shoved me. "If you understand, then hurry up and go home. Don't make suc

] 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

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

Marcus shakes his head. I reach out for Marcus´s hand. “It´s okay. You can tell me. You know who that was?” “It´s the same werewolf that slaughtered my fiancé.” I stare at him, astounded. “You may not have seen it, although he´s got a mark on his forehead. A twin crescent.” During all the actions I hadn´t noticed the marks on its forehead. Although it couldn´t have been the mark of the oracles, which is a solitary crescent moon.

“What?” “I felt a strong force coming out of here and then I saw Master Marcus's aide come out, but no Master Marcus and he is not here either,” She said, voicing her concern. “Oh, that? His rune glowed brightly and he disappeared into thin air,” I replied with indifference. “His rune? I thought Twilight Ridge werewolves had their runes on them for the purpose of mating and reproduction?” Maureen spoke. Her words clicked in my brain like an old grandpa clock. Mating and reproduction?