Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

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.

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.

"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.

Marco froze, his face going pale as the reality sank in. "Impossible... This can't be..." I twisted the knife coldly. "So whose baby is Isabella really carrying? Such a mystery!" Marco whipped his head around, eyes bloodshot, glaring at the trembling Isabella. "You whore!" Isabella's eyes darted away as she clutched her stomach and scrambled backward. "No, Marco, let me explain..." "You filthy slut!" Marco completely lost it. He lunged at her like a wild animal, hands clamped around her throat.

He pulled Catherine behind him, his body instantly assuming a battle stance, muscles taut like coiled steel cables. "Marcus!" he roared into the communicator. "Attack complete!" Marcus's reply was brief and deadly. A dull thud, the sound of flesh being shattered by a blunt weapon, echoed from the command center's loudspeakers, followed by Marcus's signature, heartfelt battle cry. “They’re in the underground! Twelve of them! Damn it, they’re not ordinary werewolves, they’re… elite!” Aria brought up the manor’s internal security footage on the main screen. The image was chilling.

I was just about to march up to him and confront him for his disappearing act when I heard his subordinate, Anthony Johnson, ask, "Are you really going to organize a fake wedding ceremony, then abandon Cassandra on the wedding day and broadcast indecent photos of her for all to see?" "That's not all I'm going to do. Emilia and I will have a grand wedding ceremony for us on that day, too. I want to let Cassandra watch us get married," Rocco declared nonchalantly. "It's just to teach her a lesson. She has no one but her brother to blame since he bullied Emilia." Anthony chuckled. "The groom doesn't show up, and indecent photos of her get released. She'll definitely be utterly humiliated. What'

The sudden solitude was a welcome respite, allowing me to clear my head and process the events that had just transpired. The intricate web of Marina's plans was beginning to unravel, revealing a complex tapestry of power struggles and ancient magic. As I pieced together the information, a daunting picture emerged: Marina sought to exploit my army to eliminate the Necromancers, paving the way for her ascension to the throne of the Underworld. However, to achieve this goal, she would need to take out my brothers and me, the current rulers of the Underworld. The stakes were high, and Marina's formidable triple threat of Forsaken, Necromancer, and Witch abilities made her a force to be reckoned

I could already tell the was regretting tagging along with us. “There are so many worlds out there,” Marucs began. “Worlds that are flourishing, worlds that are thriving, and the ones that are dying.” I glanced at Elvira who had on a stoic face. If what Marcus said had affected her. she did not show it. I peered back at the projector. It showed an image of earth being surrounded by other replicas of earth but with slight and subtle differences. Marcus flicked to the next image and I saw different creatures. Men and women with tails of fishes. Under the images was a word scribbled: The Merpeople. I saw men with pointed ears, long noses, sharp teeth with scaly wings flaring from their backs. U

And that scared me more than anything. Marcus’s underground coven was a trap in disguise. It's made up of a gambling house, a haven for fools who wanted to win big, only to fall into debt and despair. He lured them in with fake smiles, let them win, then buried them under impossible loans. When they couldn’t pay, their lives became his currency. But that wasn’t all. He ran a massive empire, hidden to the world where narcotics, firearms, you name it run like water. Marcus is ruthless, cunning, and filthy rich. And everyone in the underworld knew one thing: cross Marcus, and you vanish.

The list went on, each accusation backed by evidence and testimony. Marcus didn't deny any of it. Instead, he laughed. "You call it corruption," he said. "I call it evolution. The old bloodlines were meant to die out. They represented a past we'd outgrown. I simply accelerated the inevitable." "You enslaved wolves to a dark entity," Elena said, standing to address the Council. "You turned living beings into twisted mockeries of themselves. That's not evolution. That's abomination." "And what would you call her?" Marcus pointed at me. "A wolf who's scattered across hundreds of others, who can see through their eyes and feel their thoughts? She's more abomination than anything I created."