Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

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.”

The tattoos on his face now covered his entire body, pulsating like living veins. He roared, a deafening sound that shook the very walls. The guards froze mid-charge, their weapons clattering to the ground as they clutched their heads, screaming in pain. One by one, they collapsed, writhing on the floor. “What is this?” I snarled, clutching the child tightly. “What have you done?” Marcus stepped forward, his massive paws crushing the ground beneath them. “I’ve evolved, Henry,” he said, his voice a distorted growl. “You see, while you’ve been playing your petty games, I’ve been… preparing.”

A howl of pain echoed throughout the forest. Raven clutched the ground, still strong. He stood up and looked around. What storm had just occurred? He didn't understand what had happened. Raven only knew that the symbol on his chest felt as hot as embers and that he had been saved for the last time by the energy that exploded from the symbol on his chest. Meanwhile, the transparent screen before his eyes continued to display words he had never seen before. [Werewolf Evolution System Activated Successfully] [Bloodline Confirmed]

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

<><><> Tiger's wagon halted sharply in front of the old building, and he came down in just a black singlet on his jean pants. He's got a stick of weed in his mouth which he kept puffing as he stared at the building It's the oldest building in Sicily, and the walls are already cracking. The rendezvous for most shady businesses in the Underworld (criminals world) Meeting The Terminator has been his target since two years ago when she began her merciless killings, but he hasn't been lucky for once despite his higher up position in the Underworld. Her face has stayed hidden, only her perfect killings speak for her. For the record, she killed 40+ people already, thereby making a name

"Callum was duped by Rovin, who made him a lot of promises about glory and power. However, Callum was merely a pawn." "A pawn in what?" I inquired, fearing the response. Marcus leaned in and spoke softly. "Rovin hopes to develop a brand-new werewolf breed. Faster, stronger, and endowed with powers beyond our comprehension. And to accomplish that, he needs your kids." As we took everything all in, the cave became quiet. "But why?" Darrel snarled. "Why go to all this trouble?" Marcus grew gloomy. "Because he believes it's the only way to save our kind from extinction."

"How do you know his name?" "Markus, aka Mark Orwell, is a warlock. He was also involved in the Darkwood rebellion. He managed to cross over to the mortal world with the key. Because of that, the underground creatures tried to hunt Markus to get the key he had brought until now. Whoever obtains the key will rule over the Kingdom of Darkwood and all human life." Rain snorted. "You guys are also after my dad? To get that key? That's why you — Jace — made me come here so I could take you to my dad?" Rain almost screamed.

When Vincent roared out the number, the room fell into a dead silence. He was drenched in a cold sweat, staring at me. "Did you hear that, Evie? To bring you home, I've bet the century-old legacy of the Jenkins family." He held out a hand to me, his smile more of a grimace. "Come with me. Stop this." In the front row, Marco was practically convulsing with excitement. He rubbed his hands together greedily. Caterina and Sarah were clinging to each other, as if they were looking at a mountain of gold they had never seen before.

If Marcus didn't purge the sickness from the workers tonight, they would mutate during the Coronation tomorrow, and the Sovereign's perfect day would be bathed in slaughter. Marcus closed his eyes. He forced his heart rate down to a glacial forty beats per minute. The Liquid Silver jammer bled from his pores, forming a freezing, invisible second skin. He slid the ventilation panel open and dropped into the dark. The descent was pure agony. His left arm was practically useless. He relied entirely on his right arm and his heavy boots to navigate the vertical shafts, sliding down past the blazing heat of the Industrial Core and landing heavily on the black steel grating of the subterranean aque