Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

I was running on sheer adrenaline and stubborn stubbornness. "He went this way," Marcus said from up ahead. We were deep in the perimeter woods, inside the Blood Ward. The Void Rot pressed against the red barrier a mile back, a wall of grey death, but here, the forest was still green. Still alive. And terrifyingly quiet. There were no crickets. No owls. The woods were holding their breath. Marcus wasn't walking like a man anymore. He was crouched low, moving on all fours at times, sniffing the air. He had told Tate the truth in the cellar. He was a Hybrid.

FREYA Jace carries me to the bed, his cum still leaking from my pussy, and lays me down on the black silk. Then he pulls out — I whimper at the loss — and settles into a leather chair in the corner. His cock is still hard, glistening with my virgin blood and his cum. He wraps his fist around it slowly. “This is Marcus.” He nods to the dark-skinned god now climbing onto the bed, his cock easily ten inches and thick as a beer can. “And Evan.” The blonde kneels beside my head, his cock long and curved, precum dripping onto my cheek.

The scent wasn't some polished cologne, it was a chaotic, jarring mix of everything the accident left behind, laced with his own desperate heat. First, it was the weirdly pleasant tang of cold sweat and fresh blood, sharp and intense, immediately overridden by the thick, choking smell of burnt oil and scorching rubber clinging to his expensive leather jacket. Then, deeper, beneath the wreckage and the adrenaline, was the true him: a dark, animal anchor of smoke, expensive worn leather, and that specific, heavy musk he always carries, the one that makes me think of old bourbon and midnight meetings. It was raw, dangerous, and utterly necessary. It was the smell of a man who I had just cheated

Tanner and James checked around the area. Robert took a deep breath, composing himself before he answered. "Markus has powerful creatures under his control. They are Lycans that can't transform back to their human forms. They dwell underground, waiting for his command. When I throw a rock down the sea, they rise up, using the platform to transport the cages with the captured humans." "So, if I had thrown that stone, it would have triggered the beasts to surface and potentially expose our position." Kallum clarified.

Emily said. Again??everyone's expressions showed the question.. "Well..i must tell mom about a secret..shouldn't I??" She smiled... "Whoa!!! I am jealous...you can't be so partial..sister in law.." Nicola said... Nicola was the cousin of Arthur..from second branch. Emily glanced at him and walked to him and whispered in his ear.. "I can't possibly tell you that i am suffering from physiological time right now...Can I ??" Listening to this his face turned black and black to green..

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.

Ariana's blood turned to ice. The Rogue King was Marcus - Nicolas's father, who everyone thought was dead. "You're supposed to be dead," Ariana whispered. "I've been dead to the werewolf world for many years," Marcus said. "But I've been very much alive and building my army of rogues. And now, thanks to you, I finally have a reason to destroy the Vinci pack." "I don't understand," Ariana said, confused and scared. Marcus stood up from his chair, and Ariana could see that he was even more intimidating than she had imagined.

Not everything you see is how it seems. Marcus stepped up beside him, voice low. “We’ve searched the entire perimeter. Twice. There’s nothing, Alpha. Just land. Hills. A few remnants of beings long dead.” " It's either the map isn't right or the underworld Lord deceived us. Although I see no reason he'll do so" The underworld lord had created a path for them into the sacred world. Which of course came with a price. The gate had been real—He still bore the mark of its blood-seal on his arm.

"You would unmake me?" "We would evolve you. If you're willing." For a moment, just a moment, I saw uncertainty in entropy's avatar. Then Marcus's form solidified, human mask firmly back in place. "Seven days until the prison breaks," he said. "When the Devourer's physical form escapes, I will reclaim it. Merge with it fully. And then we'll see whose philosophy of existence proves stronger." He began to fade, but Sarah grabbed one of his threads—a dangerous move that sent temporal shockwaves through the web.

Now that I've reclaimed my inheritance, cheap trash like you isn't even fit to lick my boots! I stood there stunned. "You're really breaking up with me over an identity you haven't even confirmed yet?" Marco looked at me with contempt. "That's right." "These past six years, your mediocrity has swallowed up all my brilliance. Look at me now. Do I look anything like the heir I'm supposed to be? "You only drag me down. Dumping you now is God's will!" I almost laughed. During our six years together, I worked during the day and took assassination contracts on the black market at night just to pay off his millions in gambling debts.