Twilight Marcus 소설 & 이야기

POV: Marcus (The Rival) The fluorescent lights of the university’s athletic wing hummed with a clinical, soul-sucking vibration that matched the agitation buzzing under Marcus’s skin. He leaned against the cool metal of the lockers, his arms crossed over his chest, tracing the jagged lines of the varsity logo on his jacket. To the rest of campus, Marcus Thorne was the golden boy—the reliable, disciplined alternative to the chaotic whirlwind that was Kai Sterling. But Marcus knew better. He knew that in a world of optics, the only thing that mattered was who held the power when the lights went out.

The Twist: Marcus uses his new hybrid speed to disarm the mercenaries, snapping wrists and throwing bodies through the glass partition walls. It happened so fast it was scary. Marcus was a dark shadow moving across the office. He slammed into the first guard before the man could even pull his trigger. Marcus grabbed the man’s thick arm and twisted it hard. The loud crack of snapping wrists echoed in the quiet room. The guard dropped his rifle instantly, screaming in pure agony.

"The father. The twins' father. He needs to know—" "He knows," a familiar voice said from the doorway. We all turned. Standing there, transformed by the twins' awakening power, was Marcus. Not Blackstone's son. Not the boy who'd tormented my youth. But Marcus reborn, phoenix fire dancing across skin that had never shown marks before. "Dormant bloodline," he said simply. "From my mother's side. The twins awakened it." He looked at Lyra with something like awe. "May I... may I hold them?"

Worthy. As if summoned by that exact moment, Marcus arrived. He walked in dressed in deep royal colors, looking impossibly fresh and handsome, like a man who ruled effortlessly without trying. His eyes lifted to me, and he stopped walking altogether. From the way his pupils widened, I knew he wasn’t prepared. “You look” He paused, breath catching slightly. “I don’t even know what to say. You look so stunning.” He came closer, slow, as if he didn’t want to blink. Then he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “ And Perfect” he whispered. And his touch and gentleness made me feel warmth through my heart.

I let out a cold laugh and casually gestured toward the bed. “And what about those? Were those your ideas too?” Rosie’s face went pale, then turned red with anger. “Evan, I really didn’t know about this! “I’ve been running myself ragged for the company. I gave Tyler a key, but I didn’t pay attention to what he was doing. “If you’re not okay with this, I’ll have him move out right now!” “No need.” I noticed the bright red love bite on the back of her neck and cut her off sharply.

It fueled me, even as fear clawed at my gut. Storm and Jack flanked her, weapons ready. Milo was pale, knife shaking in his grip, but he didn’t falter. They would protect her if I couldn’t. And then he stepped out. Marcus. He moved through his soldiers like a king surveying peasants, every inch of him dripping with arrogance. His armor gleamed black in the torchlight, silver etchings curling like serpents across the breastplate. His smile cut sharper than any blade. “Well,” he drawled, voice rich and poisonous. “The wolf comes crawling into my den after all. I was starting to think you’d abandoned her.”

Looking at me like we had unfinished business when I swore to God I buried him in my therapy journal three mental breakdowns ago. Tasha slid up beside me with the dumbest smirk on her face. “Guess who’s here,” she whispered like a gleeful devil. “Marcus.” No shit, Sherlock. I could smell the heartbreak from here. Before I could answer, he started walking toward me. Calm. Confident. Cocky in that way that only boys with no conscience could pull off. Like he didn’t even care how deeply he’d hurt me. Like we were still friends. Like I didn’t cry into a family-sized ice cream tub while watching Twilight and screaming at the screen because Edward at least had the decency to be conflicted about ru

he said in his deep voice and accelerated with the powerful roar of that engine and sped off, leaving the vampires literally eating dust. After all, the guy in question had been a drift racer for a long time. The rain had finally stopped, and Marcus found himself on the branch of a tree near Julio Cesar's house. He tried to see beyond the walls, but because of his abstinence from human blood his ability to see was diminished, but he could feel Amy's warmth strongly. -How will I help you, my love, for only me against several vampires will result in the death of us both- he murmured as he fried his brain thinking.

“No, Rico. I don’t scare you. I make you hard.” Alex’s breath stuttered. His body trembled with anger, need, both at once. His fists clenched at his sides. Marcus leaned in, lips almost brushing his. Close enough Alex could taste the wine on his breath. Close enough to feel the choice burn in the back of his throat. “You’ll prove your loyalty soon,” Marcus whispered. “But for now—get some rest.” Then he pulled back, walking away down the hall, leaving Alex alone with the night and the glittering city.

"You say that like it’s a bad thing." I reached out, my thumb catching a stray raindrop on her lower lip. She froze, her breath hitching, her pupils blowing out until her eyes were almost entirely black. The tension between us was a live wire, humming with a dark, twisted electricity. I wanted to see how far I could push her before she broke. Or before she bit me. "Rowan?" The voice broke the spell. Marcus, my Beta, stepped out from the shadows of the estate’s pillars. He looked at me, then at the shivering girl standing in my personal space, and his jaw practically hit the pavement.