Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

After sending his picture to the entire underworld network, he then realized that Marcus was also a part of the underworld, and he even worked for someone under him. Lucas has never revealed his identity, and people knew him as Ghost. No one from the underworld knew his identity, except for his right-hand man. His phone rang a few moments later, “Boss, we have located Marcus’s hideout. There are a few warehouses around that place, and they all seem to have been occupied recently.” “He's keeping his hostages separately, but there are explosives all over the place, so it very dangerous.” Lucas’s gaze turned cold. He was not afraid of anything. Explosives and bombs had been his favorite toys wh

“I missed you, you know.” “Lair,” I grumble, laughing and dropping my gaze down. “I did!” she says, hugging me tighter. “And I was worried about you. Have you been okay?” “She’s more than okay,” Anton says, walking back over with his stupid ghost hands in his stupid ghost pockets. I sniff, letting my sister go a bit, wiping at my face as I turn to him slightly. He reaches for me and I turn him corporeal again, letting him tuck me in close to his side. “Juniper kind of developed an immense set of powers and claimed the Underworld throne as her own.”

Now that this is brought to light, the Elder can't help but remember all the red flags he brushed off during Marcus' stay on the Carmichael estate. Marcus' hate towards Vampires is, as in his own words, a curse, a freak of nature, as no matter how strong they are, they die in the sunlight. He also made comments about werewolves and their inability to speak to their wolves and, lastly, his eagerness to know more about the fountain of youth. His undying desire to be the one true immortal without being tainted by other creatures. All were brushed off as Marcus being Marcus. But hearing now that he is planning to kill infants to get a hold of that dream, it is something vicious, and he needs to

He didn’t want beasts that could not evolve and grow stronger, he wanted a force strong enough to rival the Versipellis. He wanted dominance. The Vrykolakas had shown him something else. Something more. They weren’t born, they were forged by the curse of the heart sealed in flesh. And Marcus still carried a piece of it inside him. Dormant, silent, but waiting, He stood in the lowest vault beneath the keep, where the air was thick with soft blood, where no sunlight had touched for years. In the center, a slab of obsidian carved with ancient runes. On it, lay a feral wolf.

"Markus, my love, you are my great love, I love you with my soul, but it scares me so much to see you as you are now, besides I don't understand how I could be yours while you are turned into a lycanthrope." Markus moved his head stealthily, at the same time he was sniffing her, his big claws started to caress Sarah's legs, she was barely shivering, it was unbelievable that Markus was going to make her his like that, it would be something completely catastrophic for her. "This is the best way to make you mine Sarah, I can possess you in a natural way, I am the great and royal Markus Blackwood, and I want to put my child in your womb, then I don't want you to put up any opposition, you have d

My pussy clenched and squirted once more, soaking Elena’s thighs and the altar beneath us while they kept pounding me without stopping for even a moment, using me like their personal family fucktoy. Marcus laughed darkly as he watched me fall apart completely between them. He pulled his cock from my throat just long enough to slap my tear-streaked face with the wet shaft and growl, “Look at her Elena. Our little girl is breaking so beautifully already. This is only the first breeding of the night. We are going to use every single hole before we let the rest of the cult have their turn on our new family vessel.”

“Marcus is a strategist. He wouldn’t have exposed his identity and given us the Sanctuary’s location unless he had one last move—one final, devastating piece of leverage.” Kian, maintaining the security watch, looked at the pressure gauge—already reading five times the limit for any conventional sub. “This is no longer a strategic war, Julian. It’s a family vendetta. Marcus wants you to come. He wants to witness the end of the game he perfected.” Julian engaged the silent thrusters, easing the Nautilus into the deep-sea trench. He saw the structure ahead—a massive, monolithic dome of specialized, black metal, blending seamlessly with the geological contours of the Challenger Deep floor.

"Her abilities need to fully develop. Telepathy. Telekinesis. Maybe more. She needs to demonstrate intelligence. Creativity. Compassion. Everything that makes humanity worth saving." "She's a baby. You can't put that on her." "I'm not putting it on her. Evolution is. First contact is. Reality is." Marcus sat down. Looked tired. Human. "I've spent my whole life angry. At your father for abandoning me. At you for having what I didn't. At Catherine for using me. But I've seen the future. Through probability modeling. Through AI predictions. And in every scenario where we fight each other, we lose. The aliens arrive and we're still killing ourselves. They eliminate us. Only in scenarios where we

Kelvin replied, nodding his head. Ohhh… “Let me see.” I ordered with a calm voice. Kelvin then handed the documents to me as I opened them and began looking through every page of them, with Kelvin telling me about his discovery of Marcus's dealings in the underground market. “Who's Marcus?” I asked curiously. “He is also a Mafia, but a local Mafia at the underground; he has his own business and hasn't fully given his loyalty to me completely; he's among those still standing against me.” Kevin replied with a sharp tone.

He had emotionally rejected Elena, but the pain of her absence was actively tearing his soul to pieces. Marcus strode across the room, his heavy leather boots crunching against the spilled milk on the floor. He stopped at the edge of the cradle, his gaze dropping down to the screaming face of the child. His heart broke at the sound of his son's cries. Despite the forged paternity document stating the child belonged to Devon, his primal wolf instincts could not entirely detach from the infant’s presence. "He has not taken a single drop, Marcus," Camille whispered, her voice instantly shifting into a soft, weeping register as she stepped to his side, her hand resting against his rigid forearm.