Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

They hugged like nothing else in the world mattered. "We still have work to do," Marcus said, holding a flash drive. "Marrow left behind a map. It leads to the real facility. Rosa and Lycan's backup plan." "You think Zuri can be used again?" I asked. "They tried once," Daisy said. "They won't get another chance." We all turned to the setting sun. Tired. Angry. Whole, but barely. And behind us, deep underground, the system Marrow built began rerouting itself. The war wasn’t over. Not even close

Since he had armour and an axe in previous evolutions, is it some kind of natural ability he has? The only thing that comes to mind is that when they evolve, they take on the forms of previously dead bodies lost somewhere in this world. To be honest, it's not a bad theory, just like how I came into this body, they might have just taken someone else's body during evolution. Status check completed. Getting up, I walked toward my other summons. Prepared for evolution already. It's time for another stressful core engineering session! … .. .. Plob. I smashed head-first into the hard dungeon floor the moment I handed the summons their respective cores, out of all mental strength left in me.

pokeri:- what happen big bro goddess:- what happen velliam why you look so dead velliam:- I killed everyone I am murderer I have no right to live please kill or i may kill other goddess:- (she hug him) calm down tell me what happen velliam:- (he was crying)when I was in market. group of species attack us. somehow I was not there and they killed everyone. some are able to run away and my grandmother was already dead. I was trying to save my grandfather but he don't have much time left. people who are alive or being eat by animal start begging for help but I didn't help them instead I was trying to save grandfather but he died and I lost my mind. suddenly everything become dark and a personali

I'm a demon? "The Underworld was once ruled by a very generous and powerful Family. The Bloodstone's. The last ruler are Queen Athena Evangeline Bloodstone and King Drake Javier Bloodstone. They're family ruled that world for more than a centuries. But their ruling has come to an end when the queen gave birth to a child that will destroy the whole world. That made the enemies feared so they attacked the kingdom to kill the child but suddenly the child has escaped. They we're all killed no one in the royal family lived except for one. The powerful child that escaped still there. They believe that the princess will never comeback and reclaim her throne to save her people. But me? I believe tha

Iris gasped as she saw her grandmother as a young woman, barely twenty-six, her dark hair pinned back severely as she worked among experimental plantings by lamplight. But it was the figure beside her that made Iris's breath catch. Eleanor was not alone in her midnight research. A man worked beside her, his movements graceful and otherworldly, his pale skin luminescent in the artificial light. He was beautiful in the way that only immortal beings could be, his features carved with inhuman perfection, his eyes holding the depth of centuries. "That's not Damien," Iris whispered, her hand finding his automatically. "No," Damien replied, his voice thick with old pain. "That's Marcus. My brother

“He saved us! We’re not leaving him!” Lila’s voice cut through. “Tunnel’s collapsing! Move or we’re buried!” The red vein pulsed faster, syncing with Marco’s heart. I saw it, felt it—the network waking fully, not just the city’s grid but something older, deeper, woven into the bedrock. The seed wasn’t dead. It was evolving. I pressed the USB to Marco’s chest. “You rewrote it once. Do it again!” His eyes snapped open, gold and red warring. “Can’t… it’s too big…”

Marcus watched as the life faded away from his mother and silently tears slid down his cheeks as his father’s body slowly went limp as well while he held her close against his chest. The cheer of glee that went up from Allan and his men made Marcus’ blood run cold. He turned from his hiding spot and disappeared into the woods as silently as a shadow. It was easy to escape humans when they thought they had already won the fight. They became cocky and self-important, thinking that they were the top of the food chain. Marcus hadn’t walked far when he heard a faint whimpering from within a half-rotten old tree stump.

He knew I remembered every detail of his betrayal. "Eva..." he whispered. His voice suddenly became very small. His hands dropped back into the mud. "You... You remember that?" "I remember everything, " I said. ". That is exactly why you are never getting inside these walls. You wanted to live badly Marcus? Then survive on your own. Show me how strong you are without using someone as bait." The three mutated variants finally broke through the pile of debris at the end of the block. Their elongated legs pushed them forward with speed. Their dead eyes locking onto Marcus and his mother like target indicators. They let out a roar that shook the glass of my lookout window.

He groaned out in pure, agonizing pain, dropping to his knees and gripping his head with both hands. "Holden!" I gasped, my previous anger turning into instant, overwhelming worry. Marcus smiled widely, his eyes gleaming with sick pleasure as he watched Holden's body contort on the floor. "Look at you, captain. You can't even control your own pathetic body anymore. The ancient curse is finally taking over your pure bloodline. You are weak." Marcus lunged forward suddenly, swinging a heavy fist directly at Holden's face. Holden was too disoriented, blinded, and weakened by the spreading black veins to dodge the incoming blow.

I stood in the wreckage of the nursery, looking at the silver-oak wolf carving Marek had given Leo—now nothing but a pile of splinters and scorched dust. "The Marrow Protocol," I rasped, my voice sounding like raw meat being dragged over a gravel road. "Tell me exactly what that means, Marcus." Marcus stood at the jagged opening where the windows used to be, his face illuminated by the sickly purple flares of the Council ships retreating into the upper atmosphere.