Marc X Nathaniel Novels & Stories

“Look, I don’t know who you are, but my mom doesn’t need any further stress. She just lost her husband. So, I will ask one more time, who is this?” “My name is Nathaniel. I-,” he cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “I know who you are, Nathaniel. Why are you just now calling?” he growled. “I’m sorry, but I really am just calling to check in on Dominique. I don’t mean to cause any trouble.” “She’s at Dad’s grave on the pack lands. As much as I don’t like it, I know mom would probably like to see you. So I will tell my wolves to stand down and let you pass.”

As if nothing ugly could survive exposure. “They’re wrong,” he said. “On multiple levels.” Marcus waited. “I don’t tolerate clumsy power,” Nathaniel continued. “Especially when it harms people who don’t know how to shield themselves from it.” “You want pressure applied?” Marcus asked. “Yes,” Nathaniel said. “Proportionate.” Marcus’s brow lifted slightly. Proportionate, from Nathaniel Crosswell, was a warning. “No humiliation,” Nathaniel went on. “No spectacle. I want correction. Quiet. Surgical. Enough that Margaret Hawthorne understands she misread the board.”

They are gathering, plotting, waiting. Nathaniel paces behind me, his footsteps heavy on the wooden floor. His arm is still in a sling, but he moves like a man who has forgotten the pain. He wants to go. He wants to leave tonight. He wants to fly to Switzerland, confront Crane, and end this once and for all. I see it in the set of his jaw, the fire in his eyes. Marcus sits across from me. His face is hard, his eyes tired, dark circles underneath. He has been staring at the photograph for five minutes without speaking, his coffee growing cold beside him. The fire crackles in the wood stove. The shadows dance on the walls.

Marcus said, glaring at me. “He is an Alpha, and you are not my elder. The wolves and Lycans have decided that long ago” “We came here with a proposal, and considering that Nathan is your friend, we believed that maybe we could learn his tricks” Marcus said confidently. I raised an amused eyebrow and watched as Katerina fought to shake her head at his choice of words.

He looked thankful to Nathaniel for helping him and I was equally relieved too. Mark, who had been watching silently, murmured, “This wasn’t our fault.” “Mark, apologize,” My uncle ordered. Mark grumbled something under his breath but didn’t argue. My uncle turned to Nathaniel’s brother and said, “I’m deeply sorry for the trouble. It won’t happen again. It wasn't intended at all.” Nathaniel was still staring at me. Did he realize we were mates as well? Or was it something else? Did he recognize me as his old enemy, Alec?

He's cut off by Maximilian. "Am I wrong? Has this motherfucker really written shit about me in that stupid thrift store book?" Maximilian glances at the notepad for a moment, which prompts Alexander to make a sudden attack on him. Maximilian moves further away from the situation while dodging like the freaking Flash. He begins to read aloud. "My old friend Nathaniel Everhart is a dad. The lucky son of a bitch had a son. Lancelot Everhart. Sounds like some royal bullshit from a fairytale."

Mara stepped into view, composed as ever. And behind her, another man. He looked far too relaxed for everything going on, like he had walked into the wrong scene and decided to stay anyway. His gaze landed on me, curiosity flashing across his face. “Well,” he started, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “so you’re the...” “Lucien.” Nathaniel’s voice cut in, sharp enough to stop him immediately. Lucien paused, then sighed like he’d expected that. “I was just going to introduce myself.”

know that despite what you say with your lips you would go back to your father and he would drain you of everything you were given. You would not only deal with your father but Beau's father. Master Nathaniel wouldn't rest until you were back here." She said, "Why, why does Nathaniel and Beau care?" Carls said, "Master Nathaniel hired someone to look into you before he even made the deal with your father… He knew about your background, he knew about what your father did to you, and he knew that your father would take the bait. The thing about Master Nathaniel is this… He tries to do the right thing, the wrong way. Master Nathaniel would've never bought you if he knew you had a happy life, d

the freckled Marcellus added. "Twin?! "

You don't move on from the person who holds half your soul. Marcus found me when I was sixteen, after my parents died in another attack. He took me in, trained me, taught me how to control the wolf inside me, how to fight, how to survive in a world that wanted us dead or enslaved. He was a good mentor, patient and skilled. But he never understood my obsession with finding Ava. "She's gone, Roger," he'd tell me, over and over. "Her family went deep into hiding. Even if you found her, approaching her would put her in danger. The hunters are still looking for you both. Your connection makes you targets."