Twilight Marcus の小説・ストーリー

"The twins are strong, yes, but they don't understand the northern ways, they don't know how to appreciate a woman with my kind of fire." Marcus blinked, a sudden look of arrogant satisfaction replacing his caution as he took the bait hook, line, and sinker. "So you are finally seeing sense, girl," he chuckled, stepping closer until I could feel the heat radiating from his broad chest. "You realize those two boys cannot protect you from the Council."

The sight that greeted him in that quiet, sun-drenched private room—the rain outside making the light pale and ethereal—was enough to turn his pure, white-hot fear instantly to black, raging anger. Marcus Gray. The name was a curse in Alexander’s mind. Handsome, tall, impossibly composed. Marcus sat by Ophelia’s bedside, his head bowed slightly, his fingers gently, possessively encircling hers. His lips were moving in a low, continuous stream of soft, reassuring whispers.

While tears drop constantly on her cheeks, she wipes them with her left hand and unconsciously continues flicking Annie's hair backward. “What shall we call her?” he shocked his wife with his unexpected presence. “She shall be called Zena!, the moon girl. Look, my dear husband, isn't she pretty like the moon?” Mr.Angus snail pace close to his wife and the young child that later went unconscious after much crying, he glared at her very close and his heart suddenly went mute as his jaw dropped immediately, he saw a unique rare birthmark, a familiar one from the tales of wolverine, the mark of true blood of an Alpha.

Though that didn’t mean, I didn’t call him to order most of the time. “What’s with the drink? I believe that there is time for everything?” I snapped. “When I tell you the news, you will also ask for a peg.” He said softly. I clipped my tongue at the roof of my mouth, and then, waited for him to come up the stairs. Marcus took his precious time doing so. The men dispersed a bit until he was at arm’s length. He shoved the drink to me, but I declined. Marcus was a messy drinker, and though, we were both werewolves, I had no urge to drink from the same bottle with him.

No one, not a single soul among them had expected to see the ghost of Luna Blackwood walking among the living, breathing, and radiating power that made the very air shimmer around her. My gaze swept across the sea of faces, cataloging allies and enemies with practiced precision, until it landed on the one face that still had the power to make my heart skip a beat despite everything that had transpired between us. Marcus. He stood frozen at the center of the gathering like a statue carved from stone, his usually commanding presence faltering as recognition dawned in those golden eyes that had once looked at me with love. His mouth fell open slightly, and I watched the color drain from his fac

Marcus let out a heavy sigh, stood up, said, “Anyways, we would do another round later on and then switched to other teams. I’ll go first. See you all later.” Four friends bid him goodbye. Marcus stepped outside and was about to head to the woods when he caught a familiar glimpse. He quickly turned to look for that silhouette. When he had had a whole look at that person, he could see the Omega flinched from afar. She then turned and ran away. His heart raced in his chest as he called out her name, “Tina, wait! Tina!” It was Tina! His lover! His supposed-to-be mate! His supposed-to-be Luna!

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. I’ve heard quite a bit.” I shook his hand, feeling slightly self-conscious in Damien’s shirt. “All good things, I hope?” Marcus’s lips twitched with dry amusement. “Mostly. Though I must admit, when Mr. Blackwood told me he was seeing Richard Holt’s daughter, my first reaction was to prepare contingency plans.” Damien chuckled darkly as he poured himself a coffee, then pulled me against his side with one arm. “Marcus has been trying to talk me out of this since the rooftop night at Eclipse. He thinks I’m playing with fire.”

"I want you to help me get revenge on the people who kept us apart. And I want you to help me get something very important." "What?" David asked. "I want you to help me capture Tommy," Marcus said. "That boy has powers that could make our family unstoppable." David felt uncomfortable. "Tommy is just a little kid. He never did anything wrong." "Tommy is a Moonheart who came back from the dead," Marcus explained. "That makes him the most powerful werewolf alive. If we can control his power, we can rule all the werewolf packs in the country." David thought about everything Marcus had told him. He was angry at Austin for lying to him, and he wanted to get revenge on the pack that had made him fe

Just grabs my hips and slams inside – burying himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. "Fuck,” he groans. “She’s even wetter now. All that cum making her sloppy.” He fucks me fast. Desperate. Like he’s been waiting for this, building up to it while he watched the others use me. “Tell me about Marcus,” he demands, pounding into me. “What did he look like?” “Tall – ” I gasp with each thrust. “Dark hair – nice suit – ” “What did he promise you?” “That he’d – oh god – that he’d introduce me to people – important people – ”

“I don’t wanna talk about him right now. I need to focus on my daughter.” Zone studied me for a moment and then nodded. “Fair enough.” Then I turned and walked away. Finally, I found Marcus near the training grounds, sharpening his dagger. He looked up as I approached him and he smiled immediately. “Luna Serena,” he greeted, standing to his full height. At 24, Marcus had grown into a strong, confident young man. “Just Serena,” I corrected him with a small smile. “We’ve known each other long enough.” Marcus chuckled and gestured for me to sit on a nearby log.