Twilight Marcus の小説・ストーリー

he asked when I entered and he looked up from the paperwork on his desk Marcus's office screamed vampire, it was dark even though he like most vampires had a day walker charm that meant the sun didn't effect him but it didn't mean he liked sun light. His furnishings were dark wood with walls of shelves holding books, volumes, tones and artifacts. I liked the darkness it didn't bother me, I ws more goth then Susie sunshine anyway. Although I did like girlie things maybe because my best friend Rori was into it but here with Marcus I felt completely at home.

She steered his lips away from her mouth, guiding his hot breath down the column of her neck. Marcus was breathing like a drowning man, completely intoxicated by her scent. His wolf was screaming inside him, a chaotic mess of his sexual hunger and a strange panic. He followed the trail of her skin, his teeth grazing her collarbone, before his lips slid upward, pressing directly over the silver, crescent-shaped scar on the side of her neck—the permanent mark of their Luna awakening. The moment his lips brushed the scar, the world shattered. Marcus froze. A visible tremor tore through his entire frame. The golden light in his eyes didn't only flash—it fractured into a chaotic silver.

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.

“Just thirsty… Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” Dad mumbled something incoherent and shifted but didn’t wake up. Marcus set his glass down and stood up, towering over me. He was so much bigger than I remembered — muscular arms straining against his black button-up, the top few buttons undone to show a hint of chest hair. “You’re not interrupting,” he murmured, stepping closer until I could smell his cologne mixed with whiskey. “But walking around like that… you’re playing a dangerous game, little girl.”

He stopped beside Leo, giving his friend a subtle, warning nudge with his elbow before offering me a warm, incredibly charming smile. "Ignore him, Olivia. He hasn't slept in forty-eight hours because he was too busy curating a five-course tasting menu for tonight," Marcus said. His voice was smooth, a distinct contrast to Leo's high-energy cadence. He extended a hand toward me. "I'm Marcus. It is an absolute privilege to finally meet the woman who turned our resident shark into a functioning human being." I pulled my hand from Adrian’s pocket and shook Marcus’s hand. His grip was firm, steady, and carried the reassuring weight of someone who had stood in the eye of the storm beside Adrian wi

His eyes were sparkling with admiration for his brother . Marcus chuckled hard " Thank you my boy ...there is a thing I want you to know " he said blushing with excitement . " yeah ...what is it ...you are blushing " Magnus said teasingly . He has never seen his brother blushing . It was so new . He looked adorable like a child though . " There is a girl ..Her name is Ariel...she is the daughter of Spainsh Mafia leader ...I think ...I have fallen in love with her ...I want to marry her " Marcus said scratching his hairs avoiding gazing as it made him flushed .

Noah's face darkened "what do you mean by calling me a small fly?" Marcus replied lazily while looking at Noah condescendingly "you are a lowly vampire, not even a number two in the City, I was thinking you are the third, but yet, you ain't, you are the fifth, terrible, I can't bear staying in a room with a weakling" Noah's ego was shattered directly by Marcus, he exuded a murderous aura from his body, and a smile appeared on Marcus' face. He snapped his fingers, and two burly men appeared out of nowhere, their eyes were filled with darkness.

22: Go Home There’s a silence passing through the whole house as he spits those words. Magus felt that they needed time to think and absorb his words using his vampire speed he left the two of them hanging. Not believing in his words. And he thinks that what he said to them is already too late since Dawn has Dustine marked now. If she didn’t gather her hair on one side he didn't know that his grandson marked his mate, that he’s supposed to mark his wife instead.

"Lock down the evening audit logs and go home to your family. The matrix can watch itself tonight." "Goodnight, Mrs. Betiang-Luther. And... congratulations. We changed the world today." "No," I whispered as the console clicked offline, leaving the terrace in absolute, pristine silence. "We just forced the world to admit it had already changed." A soft, familiar rustle of fabric sounded behind me, followed by the heavy, solid cadence of footsteps that I could recognize in my sleep. Marcus stepped out onto the terrace, his massive frame silhouetted against the soft golden light spilling from our bedroom. He had shed his corporate armor entirely, wearing only a pair of dark silk trousers and a

“He might have helped clear your name from Twyla’s internet trash, but he is still a wild animal with no pack alignment. You cannot trust a wolf who lives in the dark zones, because he could be sizing you up as prey.” “He is not sizing me up, Marcus,” I said, wrapping the leather bands tighter around my bruised knuckles as a dark, dangerous smile crept onto my lips. “I know exactly what he is doing. He is waiting to see if Torin's ex is going to break under the weight of the Winslow crown, because he wants to see if I am strong enough to survive the ballroom.” “And are you?” Marcus asked, his gray eyes locked onto my profile.