Twilight Saga Marcus Novels & Stories

Mars taunted, sitting on the sofa sipping his coffee, Marcus surprisingly looked back at him, "What do mean, Mars?" Marcus pretends to be calm. Mars put his coffee mug on the table and walked towards the cabinet, took out the first aid kit from the cabinet and moved towards Marcus. He grabbed his hand and cleaned the wound and applied an ointment on his hand, "We are twins and don't forget that we can sense each other pains and sorrows, I mean, I never saw you crying for a girl," he said smirking

The hall felt silent, their in front of them their luna was writhing in pain as someone just aim for her life with the silver dagger pierced in her back. Marcus was himself stunned by the sudden turn of events. He was talking with his secretary regarding the foreign deal .Yes, he own his own business company in the human world .They need to be in contact with the human world as many werewolves have human mates as the other. The hunt for his mate made him even reach human world and now he is the billioner of human world .Thanks to his power to read minds , it was impossible for anyone to fool him.

"How do you know his name?" "Markus, aka Mark Orwell, is a warlock. He was also involved in the Darkwood rebellion. He managed to cross over to the mortal world with the key. Because of that, the underground creatures tried to hunt Markus to get the key he had brought until now. Whoever obtains the key will rule over the Kingdom of Darkwood and all human life." Rain snorted. "You guys are also after my dad? To get that key? That's why you — Jace — made me come here so I could take you to my dad?" Rain almost screamed.

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.

Then suddenly, I felt a strong hold on my wrist, I snapped my head up, my eyes meeting with Marcus’ dark ones that also had spikes of silver making me a bit intoxicated. “Ahhh! What are you doing?!! Careful…” I cried out, my eyes widening in shock as Marcus suddenly began to drag me to god knows where. His hold on my wrist was so tight, but even after I cried out and yelled for him to stop, he didn't react to me, he kept on walking, pulling me along with him but something I noticed was that each passing seconds, Marcus leaked pheromones get thicker and even my heart and body are getting confused by it, and I could feel my self slipping into a daze, but..

My heart was racing, and I began to feel faint when he pulled away. “Aria, you have to drink from me now,” he said quietly. My eyes slowly opened and I saw where he had bit into his wrist and was holding it out. With shaky hands, I grabbed his forearm and pulled his wrist towards me. Tentatively, I lapped at his wound and then swallowed the coppery liquid. “I apologize in advance for this next part,” he told me before grabbing onto my neck. I felt a bone deep crunch and everything turned black. Marcus’ POV “Where the fuck is she?” I muttered to myself while we searched the woods. We split up awhile ago and have been combing through the area.

She steered his lips away from her mouth, guiding his hot breath down the column of her neck. Marcus was breathing like a drowning man, completely intoxicated by her scent. His wolf was screaming inside him, a chaotic mess of his sexual hunger and a strange panic. He followed the trail of her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone, before his lips slid upward, pressing directly over the silver, crescent-shaped scar on the side of her neck—the permanent mark of their Luna awakening. The moment his lips brushed the scar, the world shattered. Marcus froze. A visible tremor tore through his entire frame. The golden light in his eyes didn't only flash—it fractured into a chaotic silver.

-Marcus shouted, not that it was necessary for vampires and werewolves, not even the music as loud as it was now would have disturbed a conversation in a low tone, but anger drove his shout. Marcus sighed in dismay, for something told him that whatever Julius Cesar came to ask of him he would not like to do. -What do you want? -Have you seen the girl next to Soraia? How could he not, because from the moment he entered the room his eyes were drawn to her, and in that second he knew he was in love. And when a vampire falls in love, it's for real and for eternity. Marcus nodded, but what Julius Cesar ordered destroyed him, it was like driving a stake through his heart.

I could see inquisitiveness in their eyes. "The darkness engulfed him, choking him to death; unfortunately for Zane, he was reborn into a white witch family, and that was how he got to meet Lyla; he was named Marcus, and that's why Lyla knew him as Marcus and not Zane. At the time of their first meeting, when they were growing up together trying to train to become the greatest white witches the world has ever produced Marcus was Marcus, he didn't know he was Zane until the time he started to become hungry for more power he stumbled on a dark magic book which opened him up to the darkness that was already bottled inside of him from his previous life has Zane."

Was still waiting for him. As Marcus finally turned to leave the Mooncrest gates, a voice whispered from the shadows of the forest—a voice that spoke in a language dead for three thousand years, and the words it spoke were his true name, a name he had never been told, a name that made his blood run cold: "Marcus of the First Blood, the Black Fang has waited long for you."