Twilight Marcus の小説・ストーリー

Four wolves groaning on the ground, the female bleeding, and Stark standing in the center like a avenging spirit. "Impressive," Marcus rumbles, his voice like grinding stone. "My pack has killed twelve vampires this year. You're the first to defeat them." Stark says nothing, waiting for the real fight to begin. Marcus could crush him through sheer size alone, but at least it would be quick. Instead, Marcus laughs. "I'm not going to fight you, prince. I'm going to offer you a place." "What?"

Ares asked, flicking my nub harder to arouse me. “I don’t think so, right, Sunshine?” Marcus muttered quietly, playing with my feet and my legs with his mouth. His cock was standing right up, rigid. “I will give you everything.” Ares whispered, dropping his mouth down to my chest to eat up my nipples. “Darling, you like it here, don’t you?” Marcus slid his fingers higher to my inner thighs and threw Ares’ hand aside. He replaced it with his hot mouth, flicking my clit with his long, thick tongue.

I felt her need for talking, and not long after, she asked, "So, Marcus, what do you do for a living?" It was almost comical, but I did my best not to laugh at her. Marcus' dark gaze, which matched our father's shifted toward Blaire, and his eyebrow curved toward his hairline. "I'm a werewolf. I'm the lead hunter in our pack. That's what I do." She gave him a snarky look and went back to her food. "You didn't have to get a tude about it," she mumbled. Marcus smirked, and it slid underneath my skin. My wolf didn't like him chatting with my mate, or even looking at her, but he'd come in and found Bree's scent right away. He was the best hunter no matter how hard it was for me to admit it.

“Hello, Rosalie, my name is Marcus.” Rosalie froze in her spot as she stared at the man in front of her. His presence was suffocating as he stared into her eyes with something she didn’t recognize. She subconsciously took a step back as his children smirked beside him. “I’m aware of who you are,” she said taking another step back and bumping into another body, starting herself as she looked over her shoulder to see Genesis before Giovanni stepped in front of her, “Good things I hope,” Marcus said ignoring the twins’ presence.

“You met him before. At that academic conference a few years ago. You two got into a fight.” I remembered. A young Alpha heir was presenting his theory on wolf soul healing. I thought his data was wrong and argued with him on the spot. He came after me when the session ended. We argued for a long time. Neither of us won. I deleted his contact. He tried to add me a few times. I never accepted. “He does not talk much, but he is not a bad person,” Marcus said. “Do not be nervous.” Marcus’s house was in the east wing of Shadowfang’s main house. Gray stone walls covered with moonvine. Someone was standing in the living room. He turned when he heard us.

Luca held Grace. Derek held Hope. Derek Jr. slept. We were a family. The four of us. And the children. The painting watched. The doorbell rang. Luca answered. A man stood there. Tall. Dark hair. No scar. He said his name was Marcus. But Marcus was dead. He smiled. He said he was the real Marcus. The one who had died was his twin. He said he had come to take what was his. Hope. He pulled out a knife.

The hall felt silent, their in front of them their luna was writhing in pain as someone just aim for her life with the silver dagger pierced in her back. Marcus was himself stunned by the sudden turn of events. He was talking with his secretary regarding the foreign deal .Yes, he own his own business company in the human world .They need to be in contact with the human world as many werewolves have human mates as the other. The hunt for his mate made him even reach human world and now he is the billioner of human world .Thanks to his power to read minds , it was impossible for anyone to fool him.

she greeted softly, her voice a whisper in the night’s embrace. Marcus, a fellow werewolf and trusted comrade in the Order, returned her smile with a nod, his emerald eyes glinting with amusement. His midnight blue hair caught the moonlight, giving him an almost ethereal glow. “Aurora,” he replied, his tone teasing. “Out for a midnight stroll, I see.” She chuckled, the tension of the night easing in his presence. “Something like that,” she said, her gaze drifting to the darkened streets ahead. “Just keeping an eye out.”

As luck would have it, Marcus and I arrived home right about the same time. Relief washed over his features as he saw me running towards him, opening his arms for me. “Thank God you’re alright.” He said as he pecked my forehead. “Marcus,” I said, breathless, “What the hell was that about?” “We got news that Mary’s Husband, Victor, is part of a rebellion.” He said, “He is a Lycan.” “What?” I asked, “H-how did he-“

But then, a new scent caught my attention, one I recognised instantly, making my heart skip a beat. Rot and power. I froze. My wolf bared her teeth. “Aria,” Damon whispered weakly, his eyes darting behind me. “Run.” The voice that followed made my stomach drop. “Well, well.” I turned slowly. A tall figure emerged from the shadows by the doorway, Zac’s Beta, Marcus. His smirk shone in the faint light, while his sword was still wet with someone’s blood. “Didn’t expect to see you here, sweetheart,” he drawled. “The little omega who caused so much trouble.”