Underworld: Evolution Marcus Novels & Stories

“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.

"You're going to lose, and you're going to pay for what you've done." Marcus laughed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We'll see about that," Marcus said. With a sudden movement, Marcus pulled out a small device from his pocket and pressed a button. The room was filled with a bright light, and Emilia felt a surge of energy wash over her. As the light faded, Emilia saw that Marcus had transformed into a powerful werewolf, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly energy. "You should have stayed out of this, Emilia," Marcus said, his voice low and menacing.

- Alice said as she read through his thoughts. - Marco wants to help us. He escaped from the Underworld because did not want his people to submerge him in the Lake of Darkness. He was a friend of Salvadore, so his knowledge would definitely be of use to us.- Teresa explained. - Well... If he wants, he can help us. Marco for sure knows Salvadore better because he's been with him for a while, and much closer than Damon.- Elisabeth said, looking at Meredith, calming down with her gift.

Before the geizer reached the Disc, the lava bent back down to the surface, splitting into multiple branches and forming into several demonic heads? “Who dares summon the almighty Bloodstream,” “Drop the charade, Marcus. I’ve seen your tricks before,” “Damn you, Olivia cult,” Marcus said as the constructs gathered into one humanoid body with the appearance of an orderly Italian man in a white top with a red tie. “I’m touched that you remember me,” “The underworld constantly reminds me of how the Enchantress Omega bested me all those years ago,’ “Bested him?,” Roxy asked. “Long story,” Scott said.

When H saw it, his brows flinched in displeasure. “A special someone is waiting for me in the real world, H. I wouldn’t want for her to wait. I think it is time to take back what’s mine.” Marcus approached the boulder and touched it; the contact immediately cracked the stone into pieces. His opponent, having the foresight of what he was about to do, jumped a stretch away from his back.

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

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.

Behind her, Below-Prayer opened wider. Divine names peeled from the little shrines under the freeway and flew into its mouth like moths. The Well Spirit shrieked. The Stove God cursed in three dialects. The system gave me an option so bright it hurt to see. [Total seizure authorized under wartime necessity.] [Targets: all dead contracts, Daniel Hart, minor gods in collapse radius.] [Projected result: Underworld Court rank increase.]

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.