Twilight Saga Marcus Novels & Stories

“Melissa gave me power! Real power! Not the weak scraps Aiden tosses to his loyal dogs!” Dark smoke swirled around his hands. His wounds started healing right before our eyes. The bent arm snapped back into place. The gash across his chest closed. “I am more than a traitor,” Marcus said. “I am a dark warlock now. A servant of the new goddess. And you are all insects beneath my feet!” He raised his hands and dark lightning crackled between his fingers. “Now die!” he screamed. The lightning shot toward me and Aiden. But just before it hit, a small voice rang out across the clearing.

“What does Victor want with the mark? Tell us, or I’ll let Caden finish this.” Marcus’s eyes darted to her, a bitter laugh escaping him. “The prophecy, Luna. It’s not just about breaking your curse. The mark can amplify a wolf’s power—or destroy it. Victor wants to use the boy to control every pack in the region. And he’s closer than you think.” Caden pressed the blade harder, a thin line of blood trickling down Marcus’s neck. “Where is he?” Marcus’s smirk returned, weak but defiant. “Dawn. The old oak. He’ll be waiting.”

in Zachary's ear. Zachary recalled the cutting anguish that had poured through him when he, himself, had drank from the British Colonel's wrist. But it wasn't finished yet. He was unable to recall what happened afterwards. He was alone in the woods when he opened his eyes. In his jacket pocket was a note that said: All men will fear you when you awaken. There is no way to go back home. Your existence has changed. Continue to exist. - a vampire who has become your friend.

I flinched at the intensity of his words, making me shut my eyes. I have heard of the Lycan King before, Richard Wilson. He was said to be a powerful King with authority. I felt a shadow blocking my view and I opened my eyes to see him crouching before me. I was a bit startled and moved backward but he held my wrist already.

Accepted. After saying those words, the male stepped forward and held the females by their chins, before sinking their fangs into their necks. I almost gasped. The females didn't seem fazed by the blood rolling down their necks. The blood that was immediately licked away by their partners. Their eyes glowed different shades as they muttered one last word. Marked. I was so captivated by the sight before me that I didn't realize Cullen had already let go of my arm and was now standing beside Mira and Calix. He whispered something to her ears, earning a blush from her before leading her outside.

“Blake’s right. It is really painful. When Luke rejected Jasmine, I’d never seen him in so much pain before. He could barely get out of bed.” I felt helpless at her reply. How much more pain I could take? But then another thought came to me that cut through the sorrow. Should I maybe speak to Jasmine to get a better perspective? “There’s a way to get rid of the pain,” Lucy added, giving me some hope. “How?” I looked up at her, desperate for all her knowledge about how to fix the situation I was in. “You need to find a new mate—a chosen one—to mark you.” “To mark me? What does that mean?”

After the death of Alpha Dagon Marcus, well he was hunted down by a group of hunters’ long time ago, his son; Angelo Marcus took over the leadership of Xander’s pack as their new alpha. The xanders pack consists of seventy werewolves. When Alpha Angelo took over he swore to change some rules that were not favourable to him and the entire pack. One of the ancient rules that he disliked was that the Alpha and Luna can’t reject each other. But now that he is the head Alpha in xanders pack, he could change the rules.

She stood there, a beacon of warmth and desire, beckoning me to join her for a tender farewell. Without hesitation, I activated my wolf climbing claws, a unique ability bestowed upon my werewolf form. With agile precision, I scaled the wall, reaching her window effortlessly. Jasmine opened it, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. I slipped into her room, the ambiance filled with a charged energy. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of us, entwined in a passionate embrace. Time seemed to stand still as our lips met, igniting a fire within us that defied reason and restraint.

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

"Not being able to stop. I don't think you're ready for me to mark you yet. You're tipsy, and I don't want liquid courage being the reason you want me." "Mark me?" I asked in a breathless voice. He wanted to sink his teeth into me? "Let me see," I demanded. He looked down at me. "See what?" I pointed toward his teeth. "No. I don't want to scare you." "Come on. I've seen worse." Marcus huffed, but slowly his teeth elongated from underneath his top lip, and my eyes rounded. "You want to sink those babies into my neck!" He chuckled, and put me down on the bottom step of the porch, turning to trap me against the railing, and his giant arms. "Perhaps. Or lower," he whispered, his gaze traveled d