Twilight Saga Marcus Novels & Stories

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."

“And when it’s over, Shadowveil will return Elena to me. This rotten world will finally be cleansed… and my mate will live again.” A chill swept through the courtyard. Every face drained of color. Marcus looked at Lara one final time. “You are everything I hate. The chosen one. The blessed one. The symbol of a broken world.” Dark symbols suddenly spread across his skin like cracks in reality. The platform trembled violently. The ground beneath the entire territory began to shake, a low rumble that vibrated up through my bones. And then Marcus smiled—that smile so terrifying it turned my blood to ice. He threw back his head and laughed. “The sacrifice was the packs themselves.”

She was marvelous and terrifying. "There she is," Marcus said hungrily. "The hybrid. Once I kill her, the prophecy dies with her." "You'll have to go through us," I growled. "Gladly." Marcus lunged not at Tate but at me. He was fast. Faster than he'd seemed before. His jaws closed around my back leg. Pain exploded through me. Mathias hit him from the side, but Marcus barely flinched. He shook me like a toy, bones cracking. Then fire exploded between us.

The massacre of the newly born pups has ended as the news of the moon goddess has gradually faded away, but still, that doesn't make the supernatural domain at peace for there is still pain, and agony echoing in the land since every single soul was still living in fear and with tension. "Tick…tick," tapping his hand on the table as he sips his drink, Marcus signed deeply. What is still keeping him from having the whole world under him? This is the question that kept repeating itself over and over in his head, he had almost overthrown the whole of the supernatural domain but still, he felt like he needed something which he is yet to understand. Still, in his thoughts, the door was pulled open

This time it was Theo being impatient. “Again, I am getting to that. For one I found them entirely by accident. They had no scent, as in none.” Marcus carefully looks at each of us as we silent register this information. “The next thing that I found strange was that there were a lot of younger wolves. The straw that really shook me though is the twins in there.” He quickly gestured toward the dining area, and his voice drops an octave. “When I first arrived, the twins were literal babies, like young infants. When we made our presence known they grew into toddlers that could magically walk.” Marcus whispers the last part. “Was there a witch amongst the rogue cell?” Theo is seeking a scientifi

A tear slips down her cheek so slowly it looks suspended in time. “That’s the problem.” The silence deepens. A pulse begins. Soft. From her chest. Barely visible. A faint shimmer in the air that distorts the edges of reality. Like heat waves. But colder. Another pulse follows—stronger. Then another. Marcus screams—not a warrior’s scream, but a raw, animal sound—as blood trickles from his nose. He collapses fully, hands gripping the ground. My vision wavers at the edges. The air tastes metallic.

“Evan! I was wrong about you! “Tyler has no grudges against you, yet you’re beating him like you want him dead. You’re going to pay for this today!” Without a moment’s hesitation, she grabbed a heavy rod from the side and swung it down hard against my body. Smack! Smack! Smack! The specially-made rod carried a punishing weight. Within moments, I could feel warm blood soaking through my clothes. Rosie stood to the side, watching coldly as the strikes rained down. At one point, the pain was too much, and I blacked out—only to be jolted awake by a bucket of icy water being dumped over my head.

They called her weak, poor, useless, hence all her boyfriends ended up in one bed - her sisters. She even ended up planning her best friend's wedding and the groom turned out to be her boyfriend. Why did everyone prefer the women around her but never her? Until he came along, tall, red eyes with lines drawn across them, his sister's fiance and husband to be, a forbidden affair. But the affection he is meant to have for her sister seems to be with her and she still has to find the father of her kids, she can't be stuck raising two kids alone. But when she thinks she has seen it all, trouble comes knocking, suddenly she's no longer the same person she once knew, she had powers a

I really wish I could get to know who this strange man was with all the wealth and connections he's got. The Northern Capital Pack isn't known for its accommodations or a good economy for having such a grand place to live, unless you're the Lycan king himself or a family of his. I let go of my thoughts at once the moment I saw something on my neck. At first, I thought it was a hickey until I saw a mark there. I'm gasp. No, I cannot be marked by this man. Chris will kill me if he sees it. Hurriedly, I go to the bathroom and clean myself up. Thankfully, I didn't bleed much, so I was well. When I was done, I walked quickly to the window and saw that it wasn't that far from the ground. I can jum

While tears drop constantly on her cheeks, she wipes them with her left hand and unconsciously continues flicking Annie's hair backward. “What shall we call her?” he shocked his wife with his unexpected presence. “She shall be called Zena!, the moon girl. Look, my dear husband, isn't she pretty like the moon?” Mr.Angus snail pace close to his wife and the young child that later went unconscious after much crying, he glared at her very close and his heart suddenly went mute as his jaw dropped immediately, he saw a unique rare birthmark, a familiar one from the tales of wolverine, the mark of true blood of an Alpha.