Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

The hall felt silent, their in front of them their luna was writhing in pain as someone just aim for her life with the silver dagger pierced in her back. Marcus was himself stunned by the sudden turn of events. He was talking with his secretary regarding the foreign deal .Yes, he own his own business company in the human world .They need to be in contact with the human world as many werewolves have human mates as the other. The hunt for his mate made him even reach human world and now he is the billioner of human world .Thanks to his power to read minds , it was impossible for anyone to fool him.

The freedom to choose is theirs to do. ---but inside of every man is a weak heart, slowly being corrupted by evil. I watch the dusk on the mountain top as I sat here for hours after I talked to Rald and Clay. Lately, I have been thinking about it. There must be other ways to remove Kai from other company's' interests, worse, the Organization itself. If this was known in the whole Netherworld, they won't stop until they got him because somewhere out there, they are always watching. What he knows is enough for us to FALL.

I steadied myself on the bed as Marcus climbed over me slowly. “Ah…” I whimpered as he attacked me with hungry kisses, his fingers slipping down between my thighs again, the other hand squeezing my breast. He sucked at my neck, determined to leave a mark, then moved lower, biting gently along my chest before sucking harder. My back arched helplessly as his fingers pumped inside me, faster and faster. “I feel like I’m going to pee,” I whimpered weakly. Marcus smirked against my cheek. “Hold it back… wait…”

"Come to the Eternal City. I'll make you my mate... my only bride... I'll claim you for real." Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning, making me shake. Gasping, I threw reason out the window. Just like the last ninety nights, I kissed him back, wrapping my legs tight around his waist. When it was over, my eyes snapped open. I was soaked. It felt terrifyingly real. But I couldn't care about that right now. That pomegranate crest kept flashing in my mind. The Night House. Rulers of the Eternal City. Descendants of the ancient Underworld God.

Piss, cum, and blood ran everywhere and the floor grew slick under them. And slickier by the second. The werewolves took turns knotting him. The first knot swelled huge inside his ass, locking them together while the beast pumped load after load deep in his guts. The pressure made Marcus’s stomach bulge slightly. When the knot finally popped out, a flood of cum and blood poured onto the marble. Elara made him lick it up off the floor.

Mara I was still shaking on that velvet mattress in Marcus’s basement with a swollen and used pussy. My body felt wrecked in the best and worst ways, but little did I know that my mouth had other plans. Marcus stood there in the red glow of his basement swinging that thick gold dildo towards me like he expected me to say yes without thinking. I almost laughed, except nothing felt funny anymore. “Marcus, as much as I would like to play with you, I can barely catch my breath right now. Let me rest or better still, let it be another time.”

Marcus said and quickly touched my leg. I could see it. The future that he wanted. I was standing on a thrown before everyone, and Marcus was on the other side. I was powerful, and I am not going to lie; it felt good. But then I saw the destruction of our Realm. Housed were burnt down, and humans and werewolves were suffering. You could see humans, werewolves, and even children dead on the streets. Dragons, Vampires, and evil witches ruled. What shocked me was that I didn't care that they were suffering. I was Evil. I opened my eyes and looked at Marcus, who had a huge smile. I smiled back at him.

"He's weakened by his human mate!" The words ignited in Callum. His eyes-across the hall from mine-flashed with that second of realization. He snagged Marcus's arm en midarc and with a pivot sent him into the floor with bone-crushing force. Except for his laboured wheezing, the hall was silent; Marcus lay on the floor, while Callum loomed over him, bleeding from his wounds, yet as clear as daylight, his voice rose to the pack. "The prophecy does not weaken us," he said. "It offers us an opportunity to evolve, be stronger through change rather than weaker through fear of it."

Messy, tired, carrying a silver jar from the Library. “Marcus?” June’s heart raced. “I thought you were dead!” “I’m alive,” Marcus said, looking past June to the Gardeners. “I have the CEO’s machine core. It can pull the power out. If you take me with you, I’ll show you how to take the Seed without destroying the planet.” “Marcus, what are you doing?” Dante yelled, struggling to get up. “You’re a traitor!” “I’m saving the world!” Marcus shouted back. “Look at her! June’s turning into a tree! Hope’s becoming a god! Do you want a world ruled by a teenager with too much power?”

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this, Rachel. I'm sure I'm not what you expected." "I'm not sorry, Marcus. I'm enjoying the view quite a bit." I walked past him, opening the shower curtain and stepping into the large clawfoot tub. "Grab my shoulder and get in here with me." "You can take my weight?" "You'll find werewolves are much stronger than humans. Don't underestimate my strength." Marcus put his arm on me while holding the bar in his left hand. He sat on the tub edge before swinging his legs inside. I helped him stand on his good leg.