Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

Lila shook violently, squirting one last time as they pulled out and hosed the rest over her bound, rope-marked body. The witch slammed down one final time at lightning speed on Marcus and came with a vicious witch scream, her pussy clamping and flooding around his ruined cock. Everything went silent except for dripping and heavy breathing. Marcus’s mind was fracturing. The spikes, the pain, the pleasure, the cut 'n burn, the sight of his wife still hanging there covered in gallons of demon cum, glowing like a corrupted goddess… something inside him was waking up. Something dark, hungry 'n wrong. His own eyes flickered with faint red for the first time.

I clutched my daughter tight, her tiny form acting like a living radiator, her soft glowing light showing the damp brick walls as we passed. Two hours felt like forever as we crawled through that forgotten maze under the city. These weren’t the tourist hallways, not even close. They were the old smuggler routes, the blood-paths of the Lycan underworld that humans never mapped. Eventually, Silas led us to a massive rusted iron door hidden behind a waterfall of storm runoff. “The Undercity,” Marcus breathed, and when Silas entered a complex manual override code the air changed, like the place itself was holding its breath.

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.

Evan smirked into his glass, but Calvin ignored them. Marcus, in the trio, was the most lively one and the dumbest too. Although he was stinkingly rich — mostly living off his parents’ wealth — he had one weakness. Women. The amount of women he slept with, were as uncountable as the grains of sand on earth – one thing he and Calvin always argued about. Calvin called him a low level Genghis Khan. But Marcus saw himself as the bearer of an honored dick. Evan though, was a more practical down-to-earth billionaire who talked less. He was similar to Calvin but his obsession with green seemed to irk Calvin.

Marcus looked up and immediately wipe his tears, he even didn't avoid to chuckle silently while looking at Cassandra who's sleeping like an angel. For him, it's just really fun to think. He's a werewolf, an Alpha of the Moon Desire Kingdom. Since he was a kid, he also knows as a wolf who have no fear of anything, Marcus is a kind of wolf who knows for being powerful and strong. Yet, right now he is so weak and scared. He loves Ertha, but falling in love with Cassandra seems different. Everything that she does for him was special and beautiful, that it made him feel so scared to let her go, because he knows to himself that he becomes unfair to Cassandra.

"Watch. She’s not seducing him. She’s hunting." On the screen, Marcus’s hands found her waist. He pulled her flush against him. He looked like he was winning. He looked like a man who had finally caught the sun. "The codes, Evie," Marcus growled. The audio was grainy, distorted by the splash of the pool’s overflow. "Give them to me, and I’ll break the glass. We can run this house together. No Elinor. No fake brother. Just the two of us." "You want to run the house?" Evangeline’s voice was a purr. She leaned back, her hair spilling over his arms. "Then show me you can handle the weight."

“We’ll help you evolve past questions of origin. Become something new that doesn’t care if you started real or artificial. Purpose through evolution beyond beginnings.” Thousands accept, desperate to escape existential questioning. Then Marcus makes his choice from substrate. “I’m extracting everyone’s beginnings,” he announces. “Feeding them all to the Hunger before it can expose more truths. Better paradoxical existence without origins than everyone learning they might be manufactured consciousness.” “Wait—” the First Keeper starts to protest. But Marcus is already doing it, reaching into every conscious being’s origin and extracting their beginnings simultaneously. Billions of beginning-c

They were vicious and filled the hearts of other wolf packs with fear. They were worshipped like gods and manipulated other wolves to do their bindings, they formed the association of the underworld, distinguishing the wolves from the humans, it was treacherous to have anything to do with the humans and it could cause a death sentence on anyone caught with a human. Great Lycan Silva was the first Lycan to be born and his birth was to be a salvation to all of the underworld… or not.