Marcus Twilight Novels & Stories

scoffed at the idea. “Your students are weak,” Marcus sneered, his deep voice echoing in the grand hall. “We’ll handle this ourselves. Stay out of our way.” Katie’s calm demeanor cracked for a moment, but she didn’t respond. Logan, however, couldn’t hold back. “We’ve already survived the Reflection Game once. What makes you think we need your help?” Marcus’s students, clad in dark cloaks embroidered with obsidian patterns, glared at Logan and his friends. Among them, a tall, arrogant boy with piercing silver eyes stepped forward. His name was Damon Crowe, Obsidian Crescent’s top student and self-proclaimed prodigy.

I waved them off with a fake smile. “I got it. Probably some loser trying to crash.” I walked to the door, my heels clicking on the hardwood, the short dress shifting against my ass with every step. When I pulled it open, who I saw made me froze. Marcus. Marcus is Twenty-two years old, covered in tattoos that snaked up his arms and disappeared under the collar of his black shirt. His dark hair messy like he had just run his hands through it after a fight. His jaw was tight, and his eyes locked on mine with that dangerous calm that always made girls stupid around him.

"They saw the red eyes in the driveway, Mathias. they know Marcus is a Hybrid, If they realize we are housing two of them? They will think we're being infiltrated. They will revolt. Jax will come back with an army." "Let them think I am a singular monster," I said. My voice was calmer than it had been in days. The blood Tate gave me...just that drop....had centered me, though I knew the hunger was merely napping. "Marcus stays in the shadows as an advisor. A specialist." Marcus swirled his drink....whiskey laced with a few drops of blood he'd provided from his flask. "I've been in the shadows for forty years. I'm comfortable there. Besides, leading is boring."

I could see inquisitiveness in their eyes. "The darkness engulfed him, choking him to death; unfortunately for Zane, he was reborn into a white witch family, and that was how he got to meet Lyla; he was named Marcus, and that's why Lyla knew him as Marcus and not Zane. At the time of their first meeting, when they were growing up together trying to train to become the greatest white witches the world has ever produced Marcus was Marcus, he didn't know he was Zane until the time he started to become hungry for more power he stumbled on a dark magic book which opened him up to the darkness that was already bottled inside of him from his previous life has Zane."

Billionaire. My face was still slightly red from crying, and through blurry eyes, I could barely make out a figure tilting his head forward from the front seat. He was wearing dark shades, so I couldn’t see much of his face. He made a small gesture, and just like that, the tall one opened the back door and practically shoved me in.

But the world outside the frosted glass windows continued to turn, and the final rite of their union still awaited them. As twilight began to bleed over the jagged peaks of the Moonrise territory, painting the sky in deep, bruised shades of violet and indigo, the heavy oak door of the den finally opened. Marcus stood in the threshold, his scarred face illuminated by the flickering torch he carried. He didn't speak, offering only a deep, respectful nod to Xander and a bow of his head to Aria. It was time.

**Snow's POV** I woke up to an unsettling silence. No good night text from Marcus. Last night, he dropped me off at home around 10 PM. I had been wanting to leave the birthday party of one of his friends. It had only been two days since the masquerade party, yet Marcus had already convinced me to attend another event. I hadn’t wanted to go, but saying no to him always felt impossible. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t enjoy myself. The atmosphere was loud and overwhelming, filled with unfamiliar faces. But anyway, Marcus never left my side, making sure I didn’t feel out of place among his friends and acquaintances at the bar.

Marcus was the mastermind behind it all. Rainbow: Henry, why aren't you saying anything? Are you still here? The little boy in front of the computer had a gloomy expression. On the small pink face, there was a murderous aura. Love My Mommy The Most: Robin, Truman, use your connections to cover up his past completely. Robin: Marcus himself is a computer genius. He erased his own past a long time ago. I'm afraid, apart from us, there are very few people in the world who know about his past.

Wait, why did I think that…I hate the dark. "Yep, the supernatural world is not so different from the human world," he said in a matter of fact tone, placing his hands on his waist as he glanced around. "You know I never realised but this room is big enough to hold two beds," he said, massaging his chin. "Not this semester though," I perked up to his shoulder to whisper in his ear as the little angel dressed in white with a pointy tail. Silas chuckled at my comment. "Don't worry, you are currently our only new housemate."

My pain. I can’t believe all this time, my phantom was Damon’s twin and what’s even worse is that I slept with him when his brother was supposed to be my fiancé. What kind of shit have I gotten myself into? “Is that how sick the two of you are? Messing up my life like some fucking shit?” Anger made the series of profanities come off easily through my mouth, and I don’t feel the least bit abashed about it. His jaw twitched, and he answered me condescendingly. “No.”