Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

Waking up today wasn’t my intention. I had a long day ahead of me and of course, I’m always the one who has to work hard. I wasn’t an adopted child, I wasn’t a stepdaughter, but I had an annoying twin sister. Veronica Summers, my identical twin was the opposite of me. She was pampered more by my mum and dad and always caused trouble - of course, I’m always the one to be blamed.

“Melissa gave me power! Real power! Not the weak scraps Aiden tosses to his loyal dogs!” Dark smoke swirled around his hands. His wounds started healing right before our eyes. The bent arm snapped back into place. The gash across his chest closed. “I am more than a traitor,” Marcus said. “I am a dark warlock now. A servant of the new goddess. And you are all insects beneath my feet!” He raised his hands and dark lightning crackled between his fingers. “Now die!” he screamed. The lightning shot toward me and Aiden. But just before it hit, a small voice rang out across the clearing.

he began, his voice a low, casual drawl, "you look a lot different without that black wig, 'Eve'." The air left my lungs in a whoosh. My secret. It was out. Not to Mom yet, but to him. And he held all the power. I felt a wave of icy dread wash over me, colder than any fear I'd ever known. My two worlds had just violently crashed into each other, and Caden Dovewood was standing right in the wreckage.

He deserved better than this, a meaningless death left as a twisted warning. “We need to get him back,” I finally said, voice heavy with restrained emotion. “And I want everyone on high alert. Whoever this ‘T’ is, they clearly have power, dark power, and they’ve declared war.” Ethan’s jaw tightened. “We’ll find them. Whoever did this will pay.” “Yes, they will,” I agreed coldly, looking once more at the ominous message hovering above Caleb’s lifeless form. I did my best to try and shut my humanity off. I was not going to show them any weakness, not right now.

Wyatt's brow furrowed as he scanned the room, but to his surprise, neither Zain nor Adrian were in attendance. Wyatt's mind raced, contemplating Adrian's absence and the potential implications. Their non-appearance only added to the uncertainty surrounding their intentions. Just as he was deep in thought, Wyatt's gaze met Marcus'. With a subtle nod, he acknowledged Marcus and exchanged a quiet greeting, mindful not to draw attention to their connection in front of others. "Alpha Wyatt Romano," the voice resonated, unmistakably Adrian. Wyatt had sensed him before. Adrian offered him a drink, a signature smirk playing on his face. His eyes exuded authority, as if poised to strip away everythin

“Haze, “ his deep voice rumbled as he raked his eyes all over me. Only HE called me that. “Markos, “ I said almost breathlessly. My heart was beating so fast it muffled all the other noises. My head was spinning so fast, I felt like I could faint just from seeing a ghost from my past. Gone was the tall scrawny kid with innocent features that I knew. He was replaced by an alpha male version that was tall and muscular with his form filling his suit out perfectly. He had a 5 O’clock shadow beard on his face that made him look even hotter and his hair was as dark as it had been before. And his eyes, oh God, his chocolate brown eyes were as beautiful and hypnotic as they had ever been.

Luckily, my words didn’t sound too slurred. He smiled and turned to the bartender… who amazingly enough came right over. Everyone who had been waiting for a drink looked over, jealous. The girls kept looking at the guy holding my hand. There was something about him that made him impossible not to look at. If I hadn’t grown up around werewolves I would probably be staring at him too. Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too.

(Salvatore's POV) I watch as chaos unfolds before me, the ever-present twilight casting eerie shadows on the panicked faces of humans. They scurry like frightened rats, huddling together and seeking shelter from the strange phenomenon that has plagued London for weeks now. Their fear is palpable, thick in the air, and I cannot help but feel a pang of sympathy for them. They are so fragile, their lives dictated by forces they can neither comprehend nor control. Steeling myself, I delve deeper into the heart of the city, determined to uncover the truth behind this unnatural darkness. The perpetual twilight has stirred unease within me, igniting a relentless curiosity that refuses to be quenche

She responded, looking up at him, "Impatience persistent in the thought produces sadness to the spirit. You are aware that you are living in America in the twenty-first century, correct? As she stood, Zachary mocked her. Zachary was tall, powerful, and guarding. His name, in Nate's opinion, was a good fit for him, as were his face's nearly flawless facial angles and the halo-like appearance of his blonde hair. It was actually his personality, though, that made her think of an angel. Zachary loved people with a deep passion. He served as a mentor, a watchdog, and a leader. He enjoyed teaching younger generations the most. After the Battle of Brier Creek, Nate discovered him. A new vampire who

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.