Twilight Saga Marcus Novels & Stories

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?

I saw Luna TJ grinning out the corner of my eye “You knew, you knew I would do that” She laughs out loud, “I wasn’t wrong though, he does need blood” Marcus stood up, he had regained some of his strength, he grabbed me and pushed me up against the tree and sinks his teeth into my collarbone, he was marking me, or so I hoped. When he finishes he murmurs in my ear “I need to be able to mind l**k you little one”. I feel extreme pleasure take over my body before sinking into a darkness.

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-“

"What the hell is going on? I'm in love with a mortal girl!! There are more lovely fairies in heaven... I'm not going to fall for a mortal girl like this stupid ass." Marcus remarked on his stupidity. He didn't want to stay any longer, so he left, leaving Mark behind. Mark, who is still perplexed as to why he is so drawn to her! He raised his arms, which emitted blue flames. He tried to figure out if she was a fairy or a goddess.

"I wondered when this day would come." "Fifteen years," the King said quietly. Too quietly. The temperature in the room dropped as his Alpha power unfurled. "Fifteen years you've been marked. Fifteen years you've served the Collector while standing at my side." Marcus smiled, and there was something deeply wrong about it. Too wide. Too knowing. "Longer, actually. Twenty-three years, to be precise. I was marked before I ever came to your pack." Wendy stepped forward, her power reaching out to probe at the mark she could feel buried deep in Marcus's chest. "You're not just marked. You're... different. The magic is—"

"You say that like it’s a bad thing." I reached out, my thumb catching a stray raindrop on her lower lip. She froze, her breath hitching, her pupils blowing out until her eyes were almost entirely black. The tension between us was a live wire, humming with a dark, twisted electricity. I wanted to see how far I could push her before she broke. Or before she bit me. "Rowan?" The voice broke the spell. Marcus, my Beta, stepped out from the shadows of the estate’s pillars. He looked at me, then at the shivering girl standing in my personal space, and his jaw practically hit the pavement.

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

But the world outside the frosted glass windows continued to turn, and the final rite of their union still awaited them. As twilight began to bleed over the jagged peaks of the Moonrise territory, painting the sky in deep, bruised shades of violet and indigo, the heavy oak door of the den finally opened. Marcus stood in the threshold, his scarred face illuminated by the flickering torch he carried. He didn't speak, offering only a deep, respectful nod to Xander and a bow of his head to Aria. It was time.

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.”