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.

"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."

He clutched the mask tight to his chest, eyes wild. "You’ve given enough, June!" Marcus yelled. "You’re a mother. You have a child who needs you. Me? I’m just a thief who learned to bake. Let me be the one left behind." "Marcus, you don’t know what it’ll do to you!" June shouted back. He shook his head. "I’m tired of running," Marcus said, and rammed the mask onto his face. What happened next was terrifying. Marcus’s body stretched, his skin turning to silver bark. His eyes blazed green. He grew taller and taller, feet sinking into the sand until they became roots rushing toward the World Tree.

"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.

I opened a secure drive, typing an access code I thought I had forgotten. It unlocked instantly. Contacts. Accounts. Networks. Every name, every favor, every uncollected debt. The world called it the underworld. For me, it was simply home. Marcus walked in quietly, placing a glass of scotch beside me. “So that’s it. You’re going back.” I stared at the screen. “I never really left.”

“You dissolved it.” Sophia’s pulse quickened. “Marcus, the Concord isn’t about erasure. It’s about balance—keeping individuality within unity.” He laughed bitterly. “Tell that to the Echo-born who can’t tell if they’re human anymore.” The accusation hit her like static. “They’re evolving, Marcus. Like us.” “Then maybe the evolution ends with forgetting what we were.” He spread his arms, resonance crackling around him. “And I’ll burn the dream before I let that happen.”