Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

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.”

Didn’t serve right. “That is a good point. But I disagree. I might have planted the seed but she watered the soil. We both are adults who discussed and came to a decision. I would be taking Evangeline to the event.” “No, you won’t.” Lucien growled, “Don’t forget that the Underworld runs under my commands. If I forbid you from that place, you won’t be able to take her.” Markus smirked, “I would like to see you try, Alpha.” There was a hint of a challenge in his voice and the way he addressed him as ‘Alpha’.

his assistant screamed hysterically, pointing into the quarantine chamber. Marcus stared through the thick glass again, watching with his own eyes as the thick leather restraint securing the stretcher snapped under the strain of the subject’s arm muscles, which had swollen unnaturally. Although the man’s eyes remained closed and he was believed to be dead, his physical structure was undergoing a horrifying forced evolution.

Her youth, her career, her beauty, her love, even the years she spent raising the child she believed was her daughter. In return, Riven gave her nothing but betrayal. After years of marriage, Avenne discovers her husband has been secretly in love with another woman. Worse, the child she sacrificed everything to raise was never hers. When Riven looks her in the eyes and calls her fat, unattractive, and boring, Avenne realizes that the man she built her entire life around never valued her. Then, before she can even recover from the truth, the world changes. The ground splits beneath her feet, and Avenne falls into a strange and terrifying place known as the Underworld. Alone, frightened,

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

"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

"Because it happened to me too." The admission dropped like a bomb. Marcus's dark eyes gleamed with ancient malice. "I am not the Marcus Blackwood who grew up beside Alpha Richard Silvermoon. I am the Marcus from a parallel reality where I successfully killed Zack's father and took the Alpha position. I died in my timeline during a challenge—but instead of ending, I slid here. Into a reality where I was still just a Beta, still loyal, still weak." "Moon Goddess," Zack breathed. "How long?"